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Published Quarterly by the Lasell Junior College Students 
Entered as second-class matter at the Boston, Mass., Post Office 

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authorized on October 28, 1918 




Associate Editors 























Frances Find lay, '35 

Mary Fitch, '34 
Norma Noonan, '35 















Dr. Winslow and His Grandson, Russell Austin Winslow 
Russell Austin is the son of Richard Austin Winslow, eldest son of Dr. 
and Mrs. Winslow. The haby's mother, the former Miss Portia Russell, is 
the daughter of the late J. P. Russell, a former trustee of Lasell. 

Young Russell, aged one year,* holding a fountain pen lent by the pho- 
tographer, seems dubious about a literary career. But his grandfather seems 
confident of the boy's future success. 

! 'On October 27, 1935. He was about eleven months old when picture was taken. 



The stirring triumphal blare of martial 
music, the smart array of uniformed soldiers 
on dress parade, the fiery, eloquent pleas of 
gifted orators who appeal to the emotions, not 
to the minds, has, and will again, lead nations 
to war in spite of themselves. The most in- 
different citizen in peace time will, with the 
stimulation of glaring headlines, propaganda, 
and the prevailing spirit of "up and to arms" 
become artificially, hysterically patriotic. 

But no, this will never happen to Uncle Sam 
again — not the United States of America, in- 
dependent, resourceful, aloof from petty quar- 
rels. No, the United States has no reason to 
fight, and does not want to fight. This glori- 
ous country is an exponent of peace. It does 
not instigate wars, and no other nation dares 
pick on it. Its people are invulnerable, in- 
humanly so, to the influence of propaganda, 
uniforms, and the exciting strains of "The 
Stars and Stripes Forever." With its wealth 
of analytical minds probing deeply into the 
situation to find the cause and effect, it dis- 
covers the futility of wrecked families and 
business, and decides to be neutral, just as it 
did in the World War. No, it will not involve 
itself in a useless struggle. It will remain 
disinterested forever and ever, Amen, . . . 

But will it ? 


(Reprints from Back Numbers) 

JANUARY 17, 1878 

(Quoting an Editorial in the Boston Post) 

"The developing idea in schools has found 
early recognition in that popular institution for 
young ladies, Lasell Seminary. The students 
are now to be taught how to make dresses as 
well as to construct formulas, calculate 
eclipses, and write essays ; and that is an ac- 
complishment that young ladies who usually 
come from school are sadly deficient in. A 
dressmaker's class may be an original idea in 
a young ladies' school, but we do not see why 
it should be. The mistake of educators has 
been theory at the expense of practice, and the 

dressmaker's class seems to be a new depar- 
ture in the right direction. Let other institu- 
tions follow suit." 

JUNE, 1897 

Certainly no Lasell girl should leave the 
seminary, after even a year of its training, 
with a stooping figure, round shoulders, or a 
hollow chest, for our beloved teachers are con- 
stantly doing their best to give us that most 
to be desired of all things, "a sound mind in 
a healthy body." 

First of all, before our recitations begin in 
the morning, and at just the time to animate 
and prepare us for our day's work, comes Mrs. 
Martin, with her interesting, beautiful, and 
helpful exercises. What grace of motion or 
attitude we shall be able to acquire in time, if 
we put thought into this work now ! How 
erect we shall be, if we heed her call to follow 
the star on our chest, and what firm, strong 
necks we would have if we would only take 
her advice and leave off our stiff, high collars, 
trusting to the special exercise, not to the white 
board for strength and support in that member. 

Then see Miss Ransom and Miss Adams in 
the gymnasium, with dumb bells, Indian clubs, 
chest weights, and a host of other apparatus, 
intended to build us up from weak and awk- 
ward girls into strong and well-developed 
women. Truly, one of the pleasantest periods 
of the day to many of us is the short time spent 
in the airy "gym," learning how to be strong. 

And the swimming ! Is there any fun to 
compare with the Saturday night frolics down 
in the room devoted to this purpose? The 
large tank is deep enough at one end for div- 
ing, and shallow enough at the other to admit 
wading, if one have not the courage to venture 
farther. Such splashing, such laughter and 
applause as are heard when some plucky swim- 
mer dives off the spring board, and comes up 
sputtering and out of breath ! There is a good- 
natured rivalry among the girls, to see who can 
do the most astonishing things in the water ; 
for as soon as one finds some new accomplish- 


ment, the others try to out-do her in that feat, for she said slang phrases. Verily, when the 

and so the fun is kept up. maidens were gathered together in her tent, and 

Then, too, one must be able to swim before she wanted to be alone, she did not say, "Go 

she can enter the Canoe Club, membership in in peace, I pray thee." Verily, she did say, 

which is so longed for by Lasell girls. The re- "Oh, get scarce," or, "Kindly make yourselves 

quirements cannot be met by all, however, and less adjacent." 

we must stand those dreaded tests before we And it came to pass that this school for 
can wield a paddle in the placid waters of the young and tender females even also had a hap- 
picturesque Charles. But how alluringly at- py faculty. But this faculty was not for say- 
tractive is the long snowy craft with its cargo ing slang, and yet it was a most happy faculty, 
of pretty girls clad in their jaunty white And it came to pass that a great noise went 
sweaters with those blue L.C.C.'s so entic- up, which was the bell for recitation, 
ingly conspicuous on the breast, and their natty And the damsel arose and went up against 
white caps. And to see the paddles flash up the faculty; and she felt just full of glory, 
and down in perfect time is a sight not soon Now they had said unto her to be natural 
to be forgotten. and at ease ; and when she had hastened to her 

Basketball, too, has its share of attention and recitations and made answer to the questions, 

a large share it is indeed. The girls are more lo, the teachers fell upon her, and reviled her. 

enthusiastic over this than over any other Verily, she was adjured of her teachers, 
game played here and often the welkin rings For they did smite her with their tongues, 

with shouts of "98! 99!" "Team A! Team B" and did say that such expressions as swell, or 

and the like. Sometimes a "foul" is called, and dandy, or out-of-sight, were unseemly and not 

then the girls wait with breathless interest, to becoming to the classroom. And the maiden, 

see whether the goal-thrower on the other side who had not meant to be riotous or unruly, 

can put the ball into the basket. If she sue- lifted up her voice and wept; for she had only 

ceeds, the applause is deafening; if she fails tried to be natural and at ease, 
there is a rush and scramble to secure the ball, And, lo, she came to a class — and she forgot 

and try again, probably with more success. herself and said a word which savoured most 

Last, but by no means least, comes drill, slangily — and the teacher did rejoice and was 

Tuesdays and Fridays, rain or shine, a crowd exceeding glad, saying, "Though others say 

of soldierly-looking young women gather in evil against you, I do uphold you; for you do 

the gymnasium, to await the commands of a tall express yourself most clearly and most natur- 

gentleman of military bearing, Major Benyon. ally." 

The orders "Present arms !" "Right shoulder Whereat the damsel marveled greatly, 
arms !" "Carry arms !" "Forward March !" are MORAL : Talk any old way you want to, 
obeyed with a promptness and accuracy that for teachers are most fearfully and wonder- 
shows that the winter's work has been faithful, fully made, 
and that when the longed-for Drill Day comes, A GLmpSE INTQ TRE CATALOGUE 

two well-ordered and well-drilled companies 

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will compete for the medal. 

It may not be the fault, then, of Lasell, if in Girls of toda y and of recent decades > who 

June any of our girls go home without a have chafed at rules > and complained of tire- 
healthy body and a graceful carriage. , some stud y> should take a P ee P mto the Lasdl 

Catalogue for 1892-93. There, between two 

MARCH, 1902 gray paper covers, is enclosed the entire school 

FABLE ON SLANG regime of our less fortunate sisters, who were 

And there was a young damsel at Lasell. subject to stricter rules than would be dreamed 

And the young woman had a happy faculty, of today. 


Let us glance at some of the Rules and Reg- 
ulations : 

"Dress — The dress should be light as is con- 
sistent with warmth ; evenly distributed ; 
all skirts hung from a waist — not corsets — so 
loosely worn that arms can reach straight up 
with perfect ease ; sleeves, also, to admit the 
freest movement. The boots should have low 
heels, and so fitted as to allow comfortable and 
graceful walking." 

In the "Swimming-Bath": ... "a bathing 
suit of light-weight cotton and wool — not 
cheap grades of flannel." 

"The Gymnasium Costume consists of a 
Garibaldi waist, with full Turkish drawers 
buttoned to the waist. The length under the 
arm must be sufficient to allow both arms to 
be raised perpendicularly, without drawing up- 
on the belt. The sleeve should be long enough 
to permit the arm to be fully raised. The belt 
must be at least four inches longer than a 
close-fitting measure. The material should be 
flannel, dark blue preferred." 

The section "To Parents" contains more 
rules : 

"Frequent 'going home Sunday' is not com- 
patible with good scholarship. You are there- 
fore not expected to allow your daughters to 
be absent from school except at the regular 

"A wise parent will require a monthly ac- 
count of all expenses." 

"Telegrams for pupils should be addressed 
to the Principal." 

"Students may receive calls from persons 
properly introduced by parents, on Monday 
afternoons, from three to five o'clock." 

"Parents are expected to furnish lists of 
persons with whom they wish their daugh- 
ters to correspond. The lists must be short. 
Unauthorized letters will be subject to inspec- 
tion in the presence of the pupil." 

"Each boarder will furnish her own toilet 
soap, towels, napkins, napkin-ring, teaspoon 
for use in cooking-class, and should also be 
provided with gymnastic costume, umbrella, 
thick walking-boots, leggins, water-proof 

cloak, and overshoes. Two Bibles (one for 
room and one for chapel use) are needed." 

The two upper classes were lucky in those 
days, for : "Juniors and Seniors are not re- 
quired to read essays in public." And 
wouldn't we seize our books in earnest if we 
knew that "A prize of $400 is given to the 
Freshman passing the best extrance examina- 

When our fair college was headed by Charles 
C. Bragdon, the catalogue mentioned as one 
of its courses : "Reading, Spelling, Penman- 
manship — in these homely but most important 
branches, the entire school has regular drill in 
graded classes. . . . We cannot, in a year or 
two, entirely correct confirmed bad habits ; but, 
so far as in its lies, no one will be graduated 
without being a good plain reader, writer, and 

There were classes in millinery for those 
ambitious to make their own hats. And how 
ambitious they must have been ! It took a lot of 
ingenuity to create those enormous flower gar- 
dens and bird sanctuaries that graced the cha- 
peaux of our fair sisters back in 1893. There 
were special instructions in "Mending" and 
classes in a then new subject, "Home Sanita- 

The "Physical Culture" of the old days 
might well be called a paradise for modern 
gym-cutters. One could avoid gym by joining 
the Battalion. No, this had nothing to do with 
the United States Army. The Battalion was 
Lasell's own private regiment. "We hope that 
all will join the Battalion. We hope to correct 
much faulty walking and all stooped 

Another subject related to Physical Educa- 
tion was Nerve Training. "We often see our 
students broken down by study, which if nor- 
mally taken, would but increase their health 
and strength. We have for this reason intro- 
duced a systematic training in the use of the 
mind in itself ... to bring young women to a 
better nervous balance." 

Toward the end of the catalogue the author 
says, "We invoke the blessing of God upon our 


efforts to build up a school where the daugh- aroU nd an d hunt up antiques. The old parlor 

ters of the land may be trained for Him, and f t h e Wayside Inn houses the same furniture 

for usefulness in the world." as f y 0re> w jth a few pieces added according 

The underlying aim of Lasell today, as in to ]yj r< Ford's fancy. 

1892, is profound, though nowadays the re- His love for children is spontaneous, and is 

ligious aim is implied rather than expressed. one f t h e chief reasons for his popularity at 

In the very back of the book are "A Few his schools. Four years ago, at the Southwest 

Words from Patrons and Educators." Here School, an addition to Mary's Little Lamb 

are a few: School, he distributed diplomas himself, and 

"L is doing splendidly at cooking, congratulations with them. "It was just like 

Bread 'just lovely,' as the girls say." a Commencement," says Yvette, "and Mr. 

"You have brought so many new ideas into F or( j was i^e a retired college professor." 
school life that I am sure you will adopt any 

measure that will fit the girls for life's duties." THE WAYSIDE INN 

"The instruction in dress-cutting and mil- "As ancient is this hostelry 

linery have been of great use to me. I have cut As any in the land may be, 

several dresses with excellent success, and have Built in the old Colonial day, 

made all my own hats, and many for my When men lived in a grander way, 

friends since I left Lasell.' With ampler hospitality." 

But the following recommendation, dear — Longfellow. 

reader, takes the prize : The Wayside Inn of Sudbury, Massachu- 

"If all your pupils turn out to be as good se tts, stands on a slight rise of ground, and on 

wives, cooks, and housekeepers as my wife is, a dusky evening its windows wink and beckon, 

the world ought to be thankful for such a hinting of warmth and snugness and peace. 

school. — A Husband." In the daytime this tavern, once The Red Horse 

of Longfellow's immortalization, suggests an 

A LASELL GIRL'S ACQUAINTANCE &ge when men kft ^ sign of approyal by 

WITH HENRY FORD scratching on the window pane with their 

The Wayside Inn in Sudbury is the connect- rings. How often a poem is studied in school, 

ing link between the famous Henry Ford and and as the story unfolds, we build our mental 

one of our Sophomores, Yvette Harrington, conceptions of the surroundings in which the 

Five generations ago, one of Yvette' s fore- plot takes place. And how often we are dis- 

fathers built the old inn. In 1922 the family appointed in a cinema version of our favorite 

sold it to the man from whom Henry Ford novel because our imaginations have built up 

purchased it in 1923. a far different picture. Longfellow readers 

Yvette, perhaps because of the family at- need have little fear of losing cherished 

tachment, attended Mary's Little Lamb School dreams, for every precious relic and nook has 

on the estate. Only sixteen pupils are allowed been preserved with jealous care at The Way- 

in the little school. One of the features of side Inn, by Henry Ford, 

the school life is the folk dancing class for Squire Lyman Howe, the last of an illustri- 

the "Mary's Little Lamb" pupils and also for ous lineage, was the bachelor-owner of The 

the boys in Mr. Ford's trade school. Mr. Ford Red Horse, and host to Longfellow. Of im- 

sometimes attends himself, and true to his posing and grave appearance, he became a 

lively personality, joins in the Grand March, familiar sight to the South Sudbury villagers. 

Mr. Ford, always sociable, converses with In colonial days, during the French and Indian 

everyone. His favorite subject is antiques. Wars, troops halted here on their way to the 

He has three men who do nothing but travel front ; and here, too, Revolutionary soldiers 


refreshed themselves. Such men as Washing- Yvette in arranging her scrap-book, which she 
ton, Parson, Edison, and Lafayette occupied prizes as one of her most treasured souvenirs, 
the second floor bedrooms at various times. He has opened a boys' trade school in Sud- 
These rooms still have the original foot square bury, where the boy students are paid two 
hand-blocked wall paper, and canopy beds of dollars a day for attending classes and work- 
that famous period. The old taproom, where- ing. Out of this a weekly sum is paid for 
in portly men indulged in their favorite pas- laundry, board, and necessities. He hopes to 
time, is the same today as it was when drinks instill an independent spirit into the heart of 
used to be passed under the portcullis after each youngster, — a spirit which was forced up- 
closing hours. The grandfather's clock which n him in his youth. Henry Ford has done a 
inspired the words great thing in an inconspicuous manner. But 

"It crowned with flame little things have a way of enriching lives. 

The hands, the hours, the maker's name," 

has been restored by Mr. Ford to a place of EVA Le GALLIENNE 

honor at the Inn. Its stately "tick-tock" has Will the "talkies" slowly strangle the legiti- 

the melodic timbre of age and experience, as mate stage? Eva Le Gallienne says "No." 

it stands where the flames from the open fire- Shadow people with "canned" voices will 

place may cast a cheery glow upon its case, never gain the emotional grip over an audi- 

When the New Touraine Hotel opened in ence that living characters with mobile and 

Boston, a four-horse stage coach left the hotel subtle tones can count on. The American 

daily for the Wayside Inn, changing horses theatre, Miss Le Gallienne believes, can and 

at Waltham. In 1897, the Inn was sold to will be saved if there are better theatres, more 

Mr. Edward Lemon, to be used again as a capable and willing actors, and higher theatri- 

public house. cal standards on the part of actor managers. 

On January 18, 1927, another change took Eva Le Gallienne knows whereof she speaks, 

place at Sudbury with the opening of the Although born in England in 1899 of a cul- 

original "Little Mary's Schoolhouse," which tured, talented English father and a charming, 

had been moved by Mr. Ford from Sterling intelligent Danish mother, she is one of 

and rebuilt. It is red, for everyone knows that America's best-loved modern actresses. Small 

the little schoolhouse must be red. On this wonder that a child whose parents were so 

crisp day fifteen or more children trooped richly endowed, who was constantly surrounded 

gaily to class at the summons of a hand-rung by artists of every type, should grow into a 

bell, similar to those used by our "great-great- gifted woman. 

greats." Among these children was Yvette Owing to parental discord, Eva was taken 

Harrington, now attending Lasell, and a direct by her mother from her English environment 

descendant of David Howe who built the Inn. to Paris at an early age. Here in a convent 

Through the efforts of Mr. Ford, the true story she was taught to speak French well, and to 

of the origin of "Mary had a little lamb" was bring out the best qualities in her voice, — 

established, as follows : Mary Sawyer once training which proved very valuable to her in 

really brought her lamb to school, and a young later years. The College de Sevigne, which 

Harvard student, John Roulstone, Jr., who was she later attended, fostered her independent 

present at the time, joined in the laughter. The spirit by its policy of allowing students to 

next day he rode across the fields, and handed think for themselves. Besides her formal edu- 

Mary the famous three stanzas. cation, the young girl learned much else in 

Contrary to public opinion, Mr. Ford is very Paris. She attended famous plays. When at 

human and patient. He delights in the chil- the age of eight she was taken to see the great 

dren, and often came skating on the pond near Sara Bernhardt, she was moved to tears by 

the Inn. At one time he personally assisted the great acting. It was then that Eva decided 


on the stage as a career, a decision from which as the play closed. During the heart-breaking 

she has never wavered. interval of job-seeking which followed, Elsie 

At the age of twelve, Eva was enrolled in Janis revived the girl's spirits. Soon she be- 

the Bagnor School in London, the strictness of gan to receive mediocre parts. Her associa- 

which was intended to counteract the inde- tion with Lewis Stone in Bunny improved her 

pendence she had developed in Paris. Here acting, and all this early struggle benefited her. 

she became interested in athletics, and in fur- Important progress in her technique was made 

ther development of her active mind. The com- when she acted under the direction of Richard 

bination of a romantic French background and Bennett in Cinderella Man. Mr. Bennett, a 

this sturdy British schooling helped make Miss fine director, had the habit of ridiculing the 

Le Gallienne the well-balanced person that she peculiarities of his players. Through his 

is today. criticism, Eva realized that a good actress 

At this time the young Eva made acquain- should have no personal mannerisms which de- 

tances with famous people in the literary and tract from characterizations. Therefore, she 

theatrical world. William Faversham, Maxine learned to eliminate her own practice of using 

Elliot, James Walsh, Mrs. R. L. Stevenson, only one hand, and of wrinkling her nose when 

and Constance Collier were only a few of her annoyed. After finishing Cinderella Man, 

friends. Of these, the actress, Miss Collier, Miss Le Gallienne worked side by side with 

was the greatest aid to Eva's future career, the finished actress, Ethel Barrymore, in Off 

It was she who first taught Eva correct inter- Chance. She absorbed the best elements of 

pretation of Shakespeare, and helpfully criti- Miss Barrymore's acting, and imitated her 

cised her acting. Moreover, it was Miss Col- methods so successfully that this influence 

lier who gave the young actress her first still remains, 

chance, a small part in Nanna Vanna. When given a part in the Shubert produc- 

Mrs. Le Gallienne decided, however, that tion Not So Long Ago, Miss Le Gallienne's 
her daughter should not start a career at the success as an actress was confirmed. In this 
age of fifteen, but should enroll in a dramatic play she was allowed to work out the character 
school and obtain a thorough foundation for in her own way, uninterrupted by the director, 
her future. In the Trees' Dramatic Academy who realized her need of laissez-faire treat- 
where she became a pupil, she learned that ment. As a result, her portrayal of Elsie 
acting is the portrayal, not of the actress' Daver was so triumphant that the critics be- 
own emotions, but of a technical procedure en- gan to view her career with interest, 
tirely separated from her personal feelings. While working on Not So Long Ago, Eva 
This knowledge later proved to be indis- became acquainted with Mary Kennedy, 
pensable. They planned to start an association of succes- 

After completing her training at Trees', Miss ful young actors like themselves, who would 
Le Gallienne decided that America, with its be interested in working out great dramas 
many theatres, would provide an excellent open- solely to improve their own technique and to 
ing. Accordingly, she sailed for the United refresh those playing in long-run "hits." Two 
States in 1916. After her arrival in New members, however, seeing the commercial 
York, she was given the small part of a cockney value, unsuccessfully attempted to produce 
servant girl in The Laughter of Fools. Al- these plays. In this plan may be seen the be- 
though the manager sharply criticized her ginning of Miss Le Gallienne's repertory 
painstakingly-acquired accent, she interpreted scheme. 

the character so seriously that she scored as When excessively hard work on both Not 

an unconsciously "straight-faced" comedian. So Long Ago and the Theatre Guild produc- 

This success was shortlived however, for Miss tion, Lilliom, caused a nervous breakdown, 

Le Gallienne was without employment as soon Miss Le Gallienne sailed for Europe, hoping 


to find rest. There, disgusted with the theatre obtained by revolving scenery which allowed 

and all it stood for, she saw Eleanor Duse act Alice to remain on the stage continually, 

with her great naturalness and simplicity, and Not one Alice fan found fault with Miss Le 

was inspired to try again. Determined to Gallienne's performance, it was so convincing 

speak to the woman who had shown her that that "children" from six to sixty enjoyed its 

the theatre was not only a commercial enter- charm and even the cold, condemning critics 

prise but a great art, she gained an interview, praised it glowingly. 

and told Duse of her discouragement. That The financial success of Alice enabled Eva 
wonderful woman, after talking with her for to take her company on a road tour ; no matter 
a time, gave Eva a photograph of herself bear- that this was the most unauspicious time to 
ing the words "Force ct Confiance," words tour, no matter the difficulties of transporting 
which were to carry her through many situa- some seventy actors, musicians, stage hands, 
tions. With renewed health and undauntable vast amounts of scenery, costumes, and proper- 
courage, Eva returned to America, again to ties.. Obstacles like this were swept aside by 
achieve in 1923, success, this time in The Swan, her "Force et Confiance" which made of the 
While working on this production, she realized impossible a success that put the Repertory 
the need of broader experience than could be back on its feet again. 

gained by playing the same character night For the theatrical future, Miss Le Gallienne 
after night. So she determined to start a plans and hopes much. She believes that there 
repertory group. This meant rejecting the new is an opportunity for women as producers and 
brilliance of her life as a star for hard work, managers, for "In the theatrical world, I be- 
not only for herself, but for her associates, lieve women have a greater practical capacity 
Le Gallienne, however, did not desire personal for carrying out their ideals than men." She 
glory, but wished to bring the best of the also maintained that the popular "star" system 
theatre to a wider public. of the present "is disastrous to art in the 

As a result, the Civic Repertory Theatre theatre," for it lays undue emphasis on the star 

opened in the antiquated but adequate 14th rather than on the play itself. She feels that, 

Street Theatre on October 26, 1926. Here to regain its lost prestige, the American stage 

she herself produced many excellent plays, must rely, not on wealthy patrons, but upon all 

no one ever given for more than three nights people who have a love for the art of the 

running, plays which catered to the taste and theatre, and upon workers co-operating with 

pocketbook of the "middle class man." The them and among themselves. Her belief in the 

Cherry Orchard, Peter Pan, The Master greater intrinsic value of the legitimate stage 

Builder, Romeo and Juliet, and the ever-popu- over the movies has led her to refuse many 

lar Lilliom were among the most successful, promising screen contracts. 

She received the Pictorial Review Prize in Miss Le Gallienne intends to continue and 

1926 for this work, her comment on receiving enlarge the repertory idea, establishing two 

it being characteristically simple and direct: theatres, one large and another small. The 

"It was a great honor and made me very larger one would produce a variety of operas, 

happy. operettas, Shakespearian and other great 

Since the financial fate which ruined so dramas. The small theatre would be used as 

many theatres during the depression threatened a "work-shop" in which to try out or experi- 

the Civic Repertory, Miss Le Gallienne was ment with plays. In connection with this, she 

compelled to choose and present only one play, would establish a free school to train the young 

thus discontinuing the repertory idea tern- for the stage, enabling the beginner to learn 

poranly. Alice In Wonderland, the unusual from practice and observation the principles 

and seemingly impossible production, was given and rudiments of acting, 

in true Lewis Carroll spirit, the dream quality This courageous woman who, in the words 



of President Neilson of Smith, "has brought 
new life to the American stage," will long be 
remembered as an actress of rare distinction, a 
person whose ingenuity, competence, unselfish- 
ness, splendid management, and spirit of 
initiative have done much to bring the best 
the theatre offers to worthy people out of 
whose reach it was before. Truly Eva Le 
Gallienne, whose courage started the Civic 
Repertory in the fall of probable failure, 

whose bravery kept it alive during the depres- 
sion ; whose competence as an actress, insight 
as a director, unselfish desire to help the be- 
ginner, and the entire stage, has obtained more 
glory than that of a matinee idol. She is a 
woman who will long be remembered in the 
annals of the American stage. 

Frances Findlay, '35. 

Adapted from an essay by Doris Shipman, 

'34-' 35. 




Rastus is the newly appointed mascot of La- 
sell. All the girls are envious of his fine fur 
coat. How nice it would be on some student's 

Collars are quite the vogue this year. Ras- 
tus wears one, but makes no fuss about it. 
Comfort comes first with him. 

Rastus' patroness, Margaret Page, did not 
tame him, as the Boston papers asserted, but 
she takes him out strolling on the campus 

His chief delight is eating. But whose isn't 
at this school? He eats bread, milk, raw car- 
rots, fish. When out walking, he will drink 
water from the street. 


I'm wondering what I ever did, — 

Was it a thirst for knowledge 
That brought about this state of things, 

And landed me in college? 
Who says that college life is free? 

He's certainly a liar; 
I spend my hours of liberty 

Squinting through a wire. 
This life may do for city folks, 

But I confess I'd rather 
Be back upstate with all my pals, 

And free from all this bother. 

The joint "effort" of Evelyn Towle, '37 , and 
Betty Anderson, '36. 


High in the Agra, India, overlooking the 
Jamna River, is the Taj Mahal, the most beau- 
tiful building in the world, a perfect tribute to 
love and woman. 

According to the custom of the Monhuls, 
this tomb was built in Mahal's favorite garden 
by her husband, Shah Jahan, as a fitting trib- 
ute to his wife, whom he adored. She had 
been, according to Persian verse, an ideal mate. 
Shah Jahan had vowed to build her the most 
beautiful building of all time. Since the prin- 
cess died before he was able to carry out his 
plans, he built the Taj for her tomb. So it 
stands, a symbol through the ages of man's at- 
tempt to defeat death by immortalizing the 
memory of the dead. 

No mere words can describe, no tongue can 
exaggerate, the exquisite beauty of the build- 

ing. No matter what expectations the traveler 
might have, he will be astounded and awed by 
the splendor and magnificence of the Taj. 
Each visit will make it seem more impressive, 
more soulful. 

It took twenty thousand men twenty-two 
years and sixty million dollars to achieve this 
structure. The architect, Austin De Bordeux, 
called "Zurrier Dust" or the "Jeweled Hand," 
received sixty thousand dollars a year for his 
services. The actual labor was all forced. A 
small allowance of grain allotted daily to the 
laborer was the only remuneration received. 

The grounds of the Taj, befitting the majesty 
of the building are eighteen hundred and sixty 
by one thousand feet. Along the beautiful 
central avenue are eighty- four marble foun- 
tains. The border, enhancing the design, is of 
dark Italian cypress trees. 

The building itself, base, tower and minarets, 
is all of white marble. The effect of it in the 
midday sun is almost too brilliant for the hu- 
man eye to appreciate the beauty. Moonlight 
or sunrise are more mellowing, and at these 
times the Taj, two hundred and seventy-five 
feet high, and golden-spired, rises sublimely 
above the River Jamna. 

Upon entering the shrine, we go at once be- 
low to the tomb proper. Here lie the emperor, 
Shan Jahan, and the empress, Muntay Mahal. 
Here also is achieved the highest point of per- 
fection in the architectural structure. Most 
notable are the absence of abrupt lines and of 
harshness, and the presence of curves which 
prevent any coldness of outline. The design 
of lovely flowers is so intricate that one flower 
may have as many as eighty different jewels 
in its composition. The obituary is written in 
costly Arabic jewels. 

The strangest feature of this chamber is that 
it is so constructed as to render a complicated 
profusion of sounds to the ear. These sounds 
diffuse with the air, and blend with the walls 
until the most perfect harmony on earth is 
heard. It is the spirit of the music of all ages ; 
it is the voice of love. One can imagine the 
effect of the funeral dirge when it was chanted 
in this room. 



And so, we may wander on through the won- 
ders of the Taj and its grounds. But perhaps 
the whole fairy-like setting is best described by 
John Greenleaf Whittier : 

"Agra slept; 

By the long light of sunset overswept ; 
The river flowing through a level land, 
By mango-groves and banks of yellow sand, 
Skirted with lime and olive, gay kiosks, 
Fountains at play, tall minarets of mosques, 
Fair pleasure-gardens with their flowering trees 
Relieved against the mournful cypresses ; 
And, air poised, lightly as the blown sea-foam, 
The marble wonder of some holy dome, 
Hung a white moonrise over the still wood, 
Glassing its beauty in the stiller flood." 

Adapted from an article by Laura Morse, '36. 

The following reviews are condensed from 
longer articles. This year the Leaves will 
print brief reviews of several books, rather 
than long reviews of a few books. 


Enid Bagnold in her book, National Velvet, 
uses the Grand National Sweepstakes, so 
familiar to the many "hope-to-get-rich-quick" 
Americans, as a background for the story. 

To anyone who desires a refreshing bit of 
prose writing, who has a passion for horses, 
or loves the undaunted eagerness of youth, 
National Velvet is of interest. 

Velvet Brown, the fourteen-year-old heroine, 
obsessed with an inordinate love for horses, is 
symbolic of imaginative American youth. When 
she wins the "Piebald" in a horse raffle, she 
conceives the notion of riding in the Grand Na- 
tional Sweepstakes. 

About the realization of her dream the story 
is centered ; and this, combined with an appeal- 
ing freshness and originality of style creates 
a modern novel of marked distinction. 

Mary Hoit, '36. 

Elizabeth Madox Roberts 

He Sent Forth a Raven brings to us the 
tragic life of an unimportant man who is un- 
able to bear the griefs of death. The death 
of his second wife inspires a fanatic vow that 
never again shall he set foot upon God's earth. 
He runs his farm from his porch ; bends his 
daughter and her child to his will ; summons 
people to his service with a horn. The World 
War comes and passes. But he still rules, re- 
moved from normalizing contact with hu- 

Although there is an unusual plot, the reader 
feels a lack of purpose, and the conclusion is 
hastened simply to finish the book. 

Elaine Frank, '36. 


Mr. Finchley' s Holiday, by Victor Channing, 
is a thoroughly enjoyable book about the ad- 
ventures of Mr. Finchley. Mr. Edgar Finch- 
ley is a typical Londoner, who during the first 
vacation he has had in ten years, finds himself 
the center of excitement. 

While waiting for his train, he is asked to 
guard an expensive car. Because of the hot 
rays of the sun, he climbs inside and falls 
asleep. The scene shifts. Mr. Finchley 
awakens and finds himself being driven away 
from the city by a thief. He is held captive 
by the thief, but finally escapes. He then has 
a brief taste of vagabond life. 

The book is entertaining, introducing a 
skeptical, humorous, and lovable character. 

Hildegarde Baxter, '36. 

Ethel Boileau 
"You are evidently one of those to whom 
other men turn," the priest said slowly. 

The hero of Ethel Boileau's novel, The Map 
of Days, Jock Chisholm, a fiery, red-headed 



Scotch Highlander, possessing a strange in- 
sight into the mysteries of the unknown, is 
certainly a man to whom others turn. His 
compelling personality plus a pair of startling 
blue eyes and a magnificent body, make him 
readily distinguishable in any group. At his 
birth his nurse predicted a brave future for 
this fighting Scot. The prophecy becomes a 

Ethel Boileau makes the drama live. Her 
descriptive powers allow her to paint beauty 
and horror, love and war with equal vividness. 

Emily Hubbel, '36. 

Robert Nathan 

"Beaten by students, robbed by the peasants, 
and assaulted by the police of every country, 
they nevertheless, in the midst of their distress, 
kept alive their differences of opinion." Frag- 
ments such as this reflect the characteristics 
which seem to dominate the Jews. In his book, 
Road of Ages, Robert Nathan seems to under- 
stand to an extraordinary point the plight of 
the Jews, who in spite of their business and 
financial abilities, have been victims of intense 
hatred from the Gentiles. 

The description in this novel is picturesque, 
the sentence structure is simple, but individual, 
and the facts are true. The book is without 
plot or climax, melodrama or sensationalism ; 
but it tends to broaden the reader's point of 

Selma Amdur, '36. 


The recipe for appreciating Illyrian Spring 
is relaxation, a box of chocolates, and a com- 
fortable armchair. These collected, follow the 
adventures of Lady Kilmichael, a clever young 
artist who, misunderstood by her family, goes 
to Dalmatia to paint and to analyze her failure 
as a wife and mother. The trip provides Anne 
Bridge, the author, the opportunity to introduce 
young Nicholas. The main theme is the analy- 
sis of the difficulties between parents and chil- 
dren, the difficulties being solved by these two 
when they exchange views of youth and paren- 

The sequence of situations is too far fetched 
to be real, and the novel is made faintly tedious 
by technical attempts to raise the level of the 
book by discussions too heavy for the theme. 
The theme, however, is refreshingly different 
from "the misunderstood woman" type of sub- 
ject. Illyrian Spring is fluffy but entertaining. 

Adelaide Bull, '36. 



A pale green ghost of a hemlock 
Stands, softly shrouded by pearly mist, 
With an opalescent lake lapping humbly 
At its feet — in obeisance. 

Barbara Fowler, '37. 


Mobs of gaping, shouting mortals, 

Football-crazy, football-mad, 
Pushing, shoving, crowd the portals, 

All in jaunty costume clad. 

Bands are playing, voices cheering, 
"We want touchdowns!" "Hold 'em Yale!" 

Iron players, nothing fearing; 
Hail to football, hail all hail! 

Deborah York, '36. 


A shimmering mass of darkness 

Broken by flecks of light; 
Pool of imagination, 

These are night. 

A wavering bit of heaven, 
A gift from the gods above, 

Broken by reality, 
That is love. 

Betty Anderson, '36. 


Lovely, lilting laughter 

Coming from a star. 
Silver notes of gladness 

Sounding from afar. 

No, — you cannot go there, 

It's much too far away; 
But come and listen to it, 

Anybody may. 

Betty Anderson, '36. 




"Dad, if you'd only pick some other place 
to spend a vacation than that old farmhouse ten 
miles from nowhere, I wouldn't kick so about 
going." Jane Watson crossed her silken clad 
legs and looked pleadingly at her sister. "What 
about you, Ann, do you want to go?" 

"I can't possibly go, you know that, Dad. 
I'm just accomplishing something with my 
dancing now. It's a wonderful opportunity to 
study under De Marr, and he's only here a 
month. I'll go next month; you can change 
your vacation, I'm sure." 

John Watson gazed sadly at Ann, her dark 
eyes bright with eagerness as she spoke of her 
art. Then his gaze wandered about their 
large, homey living room. It was not lux- 
urious, but comfortable. Finally he spoke, 
"It's the place your mother loved, and where 
all three of you were born. I've always wanted 
you to see it at this time of year. It was your 
mother's favorite season. Jack, if the girls 
won't go, how about your going with me?" 
He turned to his son, who had also inherited 
the dark complexion and alert eyes of the 

"Well, I'd rather you'd wait, Dad ; of course 
I could get a vacation ; but it's better for a 
new man on the job not to ask for one." 

"Umm — well, that lets you and Ann out 
with a reasonable excuse. Jane, you ask some- 
one, two people in their places, if you want; 
and they'll be company for you," he said. 

"Why Dad, no—" 

"Now, Jane," Ann interrupted, "think it 
over. Helen might go." 

"I wish you'd think about it, Jane. It would 
mean a great deal to me." His expression 
showed how much he really desired it. 

"Helen is leaving for Lake Geneva Tuesday. 
Besides, we would simply perish up there. Oh, 
Dad, let's wait until August and all go to 

"Oh, yes, Dad," Ann put in, "then I could 

"And Dad, the fishing's great. We'll go to 
the farm Labor Day, if it means so much to 
you," Jack added. 

"Now wait a minute. I don't particularly 
enjoy Geneva, but I'll compromise. If I give 
up my trip, and we go to Geneva, we can only 
afford to stay half the time we could at the 
farm. I am no millionaire." 

"Dad, you're wonderful. It will be grand! 
There's Bob," Jane kissed her father and ran 

"Well," Jack said, "since that's settled, I'm 
going over and see Helen. What are you 
doing, Sis?" He playfully mussed her dark 

"Me for bed. We practiced hard today. Do 
you mind if I go up, Dad?" 

"No, run along, Ann. I'll read and smoke 
awhile, but I'm tired myself." 

Alone John Watson lighted his pipe and 
settled comfortably. Well, he thought, an- 
other year they had changed his plans. He 
remembered with longing the old farm, the 
fields, the June roses and honeysuckle, the 
warm nights, and the lake nearby. How Mar- 
garet had loved it. He'd taken her there when 
they were first married, and had always wanted 
to go back after her death. It was the one 
place he could still feel near to her. Her pres- 
ence seemed dominant there; here it was only 
a memory. But if he could only get back, he 
knew he wouldn't lose her completely as he 
feared he was losing her now. Goodness 
knows he'd tried. He remembered when the 
children were very young, he almost fired the 
governess because she insisted that Ann, at ten 
months, was too young to be taken away. He 
hadn't understood about formulas, and pasteur- 
ized milk. Then when they were older, he had 
had them all packed, and the day they were to 
leave, Jack came down with measles. Then 
came that engineering job on the bridge; that 
had been seven years of steady working. He'd 
go alone now, but somehow he felt he shouldn't 
leave this household of youngsters alone. Well, 
he'd have to wait another year, and sighing 
disappointedly, he rose and went up to bed. 
Defeated again by children who just didn't 

Ann, looking very much alive and fresh, 
greeted her father at the breakfast table the 



next morning. He was fresh and shining. His 
dark eyes, like Ann's, sparkled, and his graying 
black hair was neatly combed. 

"Good morning, my dear. Jane not up?" 

"Yes, she'll be down soon. So will Jack; 
but I have to have an early start — must prac- 
tice some." 

"Ann, I've been wondering just what you'll 
want to do when you finish with De Marr ?" 

"I'd like a job ; then I could study and work. 
I know you can't afford to support me always." 

"A job in New York, I suppose." 

"Oh, I'd love it," she breathed. 

"Well, a man was in the office yesterday, 
wanted me to take the building contract for a 
New York theater. Maybe I'll talk to him." 

"Oh, Dad, you're wonderful." Ann rushed 
around and kissed him. 

"Now don't count too much on it. I'm not 
even sure it would be best for you." But he 
patted her affectionately. 

Jack came barging in at this point, with Jane 
lagging behind, tired as usual. She hadn't 
quite recovered from a strenuous year at col- 
lege, before she had begun a round of gayeties. 

Ann smiled brightly, "How's Helen, Jack? 
Have a good time, Jane?" 

Jack's only answer as he attacked his grape- 
fruit vigorously, was "Fine ! What time is it 
somebody ?" 

Jane said, "Swell," and poured herself a cup 
of coffee. 

"Where'd you go, Janie?" her father asked. 

"To the Hotel dancing, Dad. Just the usual 
crowd. And Dad, I told them we were going 
to Geneva in August, and they're all going to 
be there. Isn't that wonderful ?" 

Ann and Jack both said, "Great," in one 

Sadly, John looked at his children. If they 
could only understand how much that farm 
visit would mean to him. But he could see he 
might as well give it up. "All right," he said 
slowly, "we'll go. But don't forget, — for only 
a short while. And you promised to go to the 
farm Labor Day." Of course, it wouldn't be 
June, but September was better than not at all. 

He mustn't let anything happen to come be- 
tween his reunion with Margaret this time. 
He knew she'd be there; he would feel her 
gentle help and guidance. He needed it now 
more than ever with the children all grown up, 
and choosing their own lives. Yes, he'd go in 
September regardless. 

"Okay, Dad, now I am late. Will you drop 
me on your way down?" Jack jumped from 
the table, and grabbed his hat. His father 
kissed the girls, and followed more slowly. 

Life moved calmly for John Watson in the 
next few weeks, except that his longing grew 
more acute to see the farm once more. This 
was June, and twenty-five years ago he had 
taken Margaret there for the first time. They 
had gone some part of every summer, usually 
June, until her death. Now it was eighteen 
years since he'd been there. He felt he must 
go, but not alone. He wanted the children to 
experience with him this sense of their moth- 
er's nearness. Tonight as he came up the walk, 
Ann and Jane were on the porch. 

"Hey, Dad — mine," Jane laughed. 

"Hello, Dad," Ann was more serious. 

"Hello, Chicks ; I've good news for you, 

Ann jumped to follow him in, "You've seen 
that man. What did he say? Can I try out 
for him?" 

"Wait — a minute. Not so fast. Just a min- 
ute until I clean up, then we'll straighten it 
all out." 

On the porch again, Ann pulled her chair 
near him eagerly. 

"Now, Ann, it's not definite, but Mr. Good- 
man will give you a trial next Wednesday 
morning. He is going over to De Marr's to 
talk with him and watch you. If you're what 
he wants, it means a small salary and lots of 
training, with the Osborn Group in New York. 
He is their business manager, and scout for 
new material. It will be a good beginning, 
Ann; I hope you make it." 

"Oh, it'll be wonderful, Ann," Jane was en- 
thusiastic, "and I can come and see you dance." 



"Don't get so far ahead, Jane." But her 
eyes sparkled with excitement. 

After dinner, they gathered again on the 
porch, John with his paper. Jack, about to 
leave for Helen's, stopped to tease Jane : "Who 
is it tonight, Jane ?" 

"Oh, Bob," she smiled. 

John looked up, "Seems to me you see an 
awful lot of Bob, Jane. I don't like to have 
you go so much with one person. What's the 
matter with the others?" 

"They're all wet blankets," Jane retorted. 

"Ann seems to vary a lot," John said seri- 

"Well, Ann's one love is dancing. Men are 
unimportant in her young life. They're all 
important in mine. And wet blankets aren't 
very interesting for a steady diet." 

"Well, don't be late tonight; also remember 
I'm not keen on it." 

"Bob has a good job, but I want to finish 
school. Don't worry, Dad. Here he is!" 
She kissed her father lightly, and ran down the 
steps in answer to violent honking. 

Ann had gone to dress, so he settled down 
behind his paper, and read until she went out. 
Then he drove down to his club, but it wasn't 
very satisfactory. The fellows were discussing 
and planning fishing trips; it only reminded 
him of the wonderful fishing at Acton. It 
really was a remarkable farm. Margaret had 
always enjoyed sitting with him while he 
fished. How unlike her the girls were, except 
that Ann did look like her mother. He won- 
dered if all three of the youngsters might have 
been different if Margaret had lived. If only 
he might know what she would have advised. 
Feeling both helpless and depressed, he re- 
turned home, and met Jack just coming in. 

"How's Helen, son?" 

"Oh fair, Dad. Say, I'd like to talk a little. 
Have you time?" 

"Of course, what's on your mind?" 

"Well, Helen and I want to get married 
soon, Dad. What do you think about it? 
Maybe this fall." 

"Helen seems topnotch, Jack. Of course, 

you know we fathers don't have much chance 
to know your friends these days, but you're 
both old enough to know what you're doing. 
I want you to be happy, son, and I'll help all 
I can." 

"Gee, Dad, you're swell ! You see I'm about 
due for a promotion. Mr. Tanner told me 

"Good work." 

"Then Dad, I won't be going to Geneva with 
you. But we'll go to Acton Labor Day." 

"All right. Good-night, son. Are you going 
to tell the girls right away ?" 

"Yes, we're going to announce it the first of 
next month." 

The next day Ann rushed into her father's 
office in the midst of the afternoon. "Dad, 
you angel ! Mr. Goodman came today, and I'm 
going to New York. Of course it means small 
pay, but it will be a wonderful opportunity. 
Oh, I'm so happy. I'm to go the fifteenth ! — " 
She threw her arms around him and kissed 

John patted her and smiled contentedly. She 
was so delighted. "All right," he said, "that's 
fine. Now sit down. I've written your Aunt 
Jane in New York, telling her you might be 
there. She has offered her home to you. You 
will of course pay board. I believe that's the 
best place for you to stay at first." 

"All right, Dad; maybe later I'd like an 

"We'll see later, Ann; at first I'd rather 
you'd be with some one who is personally in- 
terested in you. I'll go down with you when 
you go. I haven't seen Jane in a long time." 
* * * * 

How empty the house seemed now without 
Ann, but John from her frequent letters knew 
she was happy and making rapid progress. 
There would be no vacation for her, but time 
was drawing near for John and Jane to take 
theirs. As he thought about it, his desire to # 
see the farm took possession of him once more. 
He felt pulled towards it by an inevitable force 
— something that would strengthen Margaret's 
influence on him. He would be nearer her 



there than in any other place in the world, and 
he must be near her now. He must know 
whether he had found the right niche for Ann 
or not, and if he should be trying to control 
Jane's life more. Yes, he must go to Acton. 
He'd talk to Jane now ; she was upstairs. 

"Jane." he called. 

"In here. Dad, what's up?" Jane was mani- 
curing her nails at her desk. 

"I've decided we're going to Acton next 
week." He spoke calmly, yet decisively for 

Jane looked up in surprise, this changed to a 
hurt expression. "Why, Dad, we'd made all 
arrangements, I thought." 

"Not finally; and Jane, won't you be sweet 
about it? It would mean so much to me." 

"Now, Dad, you'd have a much — " 

"I didn't expect you'd understand; never- 
theless, we're going, Jane. It's settled." He 
had never seemed so determined to Jane. "We 
leave Monday." 

Sudden anger flamed up, "But, Dad, it will 
be so frightfully dull." 

"You can forego a little pleasure for my sake 
— just this once. I've always gone where you 
wanted, done everything for your pleasure; 
now we're going to Acton. I really want it a 
lot, Jane." 

He left, and Jane sat rigid in rage. She 
wouldn't go to that old hole, not see Bob for 
so long, just sit and go to bed. It wasn't fair; 
she'd show him; she'd tell Bob. He'd — she 
stopped; then her father's determined look 
spread over her own pert features. Of course, 
that would solve things. When Bob came, she 
was ready, kissed her father good-bye, and ran 
gaily out. 

Jane settled in Bob's car and smiled at him, 
"Well," she said, "it looks as though I'm going 
to Acton, not Geneva." 

"What — why what's wrong?" 

"Dad has some sentimental notion that he 
must go to Acton. Oh, Bob, I won't go. I'll 
die of boredom — I won't go!" 

"Jane, I won't see you all that time ; we must 
do something — Jane, it's not very romantic, 

but let's get married right away — now — to- 
night! Oh, please, I do love you." 

"Bob, we can't—" 

"Certainly, we can. I can support you. 
Please Jane, say you will. I want to take care 
of you, and we want to decide things together, 
not have you always under your father's 
thumb. Please, Jane — " 

"Well, all right, we'll go. We've gone to- 
gether long enough to know it's love." And 
with no more ado, they both happily turned 
their faces toward the future. 

John went down to breakfast the next morn- 
ing, feeling quite repentant, and hoping to 
settle things definitely and happily. 

Jane was not at breakfast. "Susie," he said, 
"go up and call Miss Jane, please." He con- 
tinued with his paper. 

Suddenly Susie burst into the room. "Oh, 
Mr. Watson, it's too awful." Sobbing, she 
gasped out, "Something must have happened 
to her." 

"What is it, Susie ?" 

"She is not there, her bed — it hasn't been 
slept in." 

John pushed back his chair and jumped up, 
"I'll call Bob's family." 

This call and others to the members of the 
"crowd" revealed nothing. Jack was called, 
and they notified the police. No accidents had 
been reported. John was worried. Jane was 
foolish, but she wasn't wild, and had never 
done anything like this before. 

About noon, Susie, now under strict self- 
control, brought some lunch out to them on the 
porch. "You must eat a bite, Mr. Watson, and 
Mr. Jack too; now don't refuse." 

They were making feeble attempts, when 
brakes screeched, and Bob and Jane ran up the 
walk. John jumped to his feet, "Where 

"Oh, Daddy dear, I hope you haven't been 
worried. You tell him, Bob." 

"Well, where have you been?" 

"Well, we've ah — we were — we went to 
Connecticut and got married. I've a good job, 
you know. We'll hunt for a house this after- 



noon." Bob stopped. Tough on the old man, 
he thought. Hope he doesn't take it too hard, 
but he and Jane were so happy. 

"Well, Jane," he said, "I wish you had let us 
know. That's really not the kind of wedding 
I'd hoped for you. How much do you earn a 
week, Bob?" He suddenly became joyous; 
Ann was taken care of, now Jane. His cares 
would soon be over. 

"I'm getting fifty a week, and I'm due for a 
raise, sir." 

"Well, Jane will have to live on it. She's not 
very economical, I'll warn you now. But God 
bless you, and I'll help if I'm needed." And 
as he smiled, a gentle, free look came into his 
eyes. Ah, Margaret, what can I do but let 
them go ahead ? Now I can come back to you. 

The pines stood tall and black along the 
narrow country road. It was twilight, yellow 
deepening into orange beyond the road. As 
John turned the corner, the old house loomed 
up, large and friendly, with deeper yellow 
windows and doors. The lights looked cheer- 
ful and peaceful. His heart jumped, for he 
felt and could almost see Margaret waiting at 
the gate, her arms outstretched, her soft, white 
dress trailing, and a smile lighted her face. He 
could feel her voice, which seemed to say, "Yes, 
John, I knew you'd come back, and it's all 
right. Our children are happy." As he 
reached the gate, John smiled, and turned to 
look back down the lonely road. It seemed as 
though life stretched there before him, but now 
he was no longer lonely. 

Mary Fitch, '34. 


He walked down the dimly lighted street, 
shoulders drooped, and steps lagging. The pic- 
ture of despair was Abe Lincoln as he walked 
along, heedless of his old cronies gathered on 
the corner, on that night when he underwent 
the greatest mental battle of his entire career. 

He plodded along on the rudely constructed 
board-walk, frowning. Only today he had 
realized that he must make his decision. Ste- 
phen A. Douglas, Illinois' favorite Senator, had 
been trying to extend the boundary of the slave 
territory. It was within Lincoln's power to 
lead the revolting few one way or another. 

But could he do it? Could he help them do 
away with the awful curse of slavery? As he 
walked along it suddenly came to him with 
mysterious foresight that the nation would have 
to become one thing or another — all slave or all 

All slave, that would mean there would be 
stories to tell like the one he had heard the 
night before, only in many cases they would 
be worse — God forbid ! The story was of little 
Joe, the grandson of Mandy, an old slave on a 
cotton plantation in Virginia, who had walked 
for two hours from bedroom to the tiny kit- 
chen . . . back and forth . . . back and forth . . . 
not knowing what to do. He lived alone in the 
little hut with his grandmother, for both his 
mother and father had been sold to a planter in 
Alabama, and Joe was left with his old Nanny. 
He was too young to be sold at a good price, 
and Nanny was too old and feeble for the slave 

So he walked — puzzled, frightened, and very 
much alone with his troubles. For poor old 
Nanny was sick ; and with childish wisdom Joe 
knew that she needed food, good nourishing 
food. They didn't have any in the little hut, 
but up in the big house there was plenty. 

"Plenty up there — none down here — Nanny's 
sick — maybe dying!" 

Finally in sheer desperation, little Joe had 
started at a run for the kitchen of the big 
house, determined to get food at any cost. He 
begged and argued until Liza, the cook, gave j 
him some vegetables and a left-over piece ofj 



beef. Elated with his treasures, the youngster 
started back for the hut. But alas, he was 
caught, by his owner too, and . . . 

"Poor little shaver," thought Abe Lincoln, 
"just my Tad's age too, beaten to death be- 
cause he had tried to get some more food for 
his sick grandmother. What chance had a little 
fellow like that, just because he had been born 


* * * * 

Douglas was leading the fight for the exten- 
sion, and Douglas was a powerful man. Lin- 
coln had vehemently denounced Douglas' argu- 
ments ; and because of his boldness and sin- 
cerity, a party, calling itself Republican, had 
been formed to oppose Douglas. It demanded 
Lincoln's help; not only his help, but his lead- 
ership. The party demanded that Lincoln run 
against Douglas. 

"Me!" thought Lincoln. "Imagine my run- 
ning against Douglas ! Certainly I couldn't win. 
What would I gain out of such a venture? 

So Lincoln's tormented thoughts ran, and 
out of the intensity of his soul, his steps quick- 
ened, and he turned up the walk to his home. 

"My home!" he thought, "should I give it 
up for a cause so uncertain — but then so im- 

He opened the door, and was greeted with 
a big war-whoop from his son Tad. He gath- 
ered him up in his long arms, and hoisted him 
on to his shoulder. 

"Left! Left! Left! You're out of step," 
reprimanded Tad from his high perch. 

"Look out ! Duck ! You're a big man now," 
cautioned Lincoln as he got into step and 
marched through the low doorway to the parlor. 

After supper he left his house and went to 
his dingy office to think out his problem alone. 

He would do it, he would fight Douglas with 
the last ounce of his strength. 

As he sat there alone in the night, his long 
arms stretched out before him and his head on 
the desk, he prayed. He prayed for strength, 
for the will to do the right thing. 

He slipped to his knees and lifted his tor- 

mented face to God, like that Saviour of nine- 
teen centuries before who had prayed to the 
Father for strength. 

So Lincoln prayed — he prayed until his 
troubled soul was quiet. Then he was sure; 
he knew. He would make the fight; he would 
oppose Douglas. 

He went down the narrow dingy stairs to the 
street, and it was a new Lincoln who made his 
way home, his shoulders straight and firm, and 
his steps resolutely re-echoing his thoughts, "I 
will do it ! I will do it !" As he passed his 
cronies at the drugstore, it was with a cheery 
"Hello, boys !" 

The boys couldn't understand it, but they 
knew something had happened. On Lincoln 
walked, now deep in thought but constructive 
thought— constructive for a stronger nation and 
a slaveless one. 

Quite like a man with one definite purpose, 
he went into his house, and headed straight for 
his sons' bedroom. With the clumsy gentle- 
ness of the big man that he was, Lincoln opened 
the bedroom door. The gentle draft lifted a 
paper from the dresser, and it floated gently to 
the floor. Lincoln tiptoed over and picked up 
the paper. The gold star on it shone in the 
moonlight. Fascinated he gazed at it, thinking 
at the same time of the other little boys for 
whom he would try to help give the same op- 
portunities as his sons had — other parents with 
the same love as his in their hearts. God cer- 
tainly meant them to be happy too! 

Lincoln gazed with pride and love at Tad, 
and the little fellow murmured. Quite sud- 
denly his eyes opened, and he looked up at his 

"Hello, Daddy," he smiled, and then frowned 
at his father's intent look. "Anything wrong, 
Daddy? Did anything happen?" 

"No, son, nothing has happened." He bent 
over and tucked Tad in and tiptoed out as 
gently as he had come. 

But Lincoln knew that something had hap- 
pened. He did not know, however, that he 
had made the greatest decision of his career. 

Norma No'onan, '35. 



Lasell athletes, and in anticipation of the swim- 
ming meets, practice should be frequent. Phyllis 
Gunn is its able head. She is also president 
of the Athletic Association. 

Rae Salisbury is head of the Whites, and 
Viola Smith is head of the Blues. 

EUROPE, 1936 

A very interesting itinerary has been 
planned for next summer, Northern 
Spain having been substituted for 
Italy. The circulars will be published 
about Christmas time; but meanwhile 
if you're interested, write to or talk 
with Miss Constance Blackstock, La- 
sell Junior College, Auburndale, Mass. 

— Agnes Savage 


With the crisp crunch of leaves underfoot 
and brisk winds, an ideal season of fall sports 
is inevitable. 

Lasell boasts of a celebrity in tennis among 
the new students, — Louise Hedlund, who 
played in the tennis matches at Forest Hills, 
Long Island. 

Lasell is also proud of Marguerite Mooney, 
who placed third in a golf tournament at St. 
Johnsbury, Vermont. 

Soccer practice is on Thursdays, hockey on 
Tuesdays. The head of soccer is Jeanne Keck ; 
the head of hockey is Marian Mapes. 

Many tennis rackets have been ably wielded 
with the hope of competing in the varsity ten- 
nis team in the spring. Emily Hubbel is ten- 
nis head. 

The equestrienne-minded have preferred the 
delights of horseback riding in Weston. Mar- 
gery Fothergill is at the head of riding. 

Swimming has always held an appeal for 


September 14 — Seniors take Junior sisters to 
reception in library. Faculty forms impressive 
receiving line. Dance in chapel brings evening 
to pleasant close. 

September 15 — Dr. Elmer Leslie of Boston 
University, speaking at first Vespers, stresses 
importance of prayer in our lives. 

September 16 — Dr. Winslow welcomes larg- 
est enrollment in several years. He explains 
chapel programs for year. 

September 20 — Sumerian Art is vividly de- 
scribed by Professor Bailey of Boston Uni- 
versity. The interesting pictures and his story 
of the Queen of Ur will be long remembered. 

September 22 — Dr. Boynton Merrill of 
West Newton returns to Lasell and inspires 
us with a desire to renovate our lives. 

September 23 — Mr. Amesbury arouses La- 
sell's enthusiasm for Plymouth Trip by show- 
ing movies of last year's excursion. 

September 26 — Miss Blackstock begins 
series of talks on current events. Italy and 
Ethiopia take first place in her lecture. 

September 27 — Professor Bailey returns to 
show pictures and lecture on Egyptian Art, 
the oldest art known. 



September 29 — Rev. Harold Ruopp speaks 
on "Preparation for the August in Life." Al- 
though things may look prosperous in May, we 
must be prepared for the drought in August. 

September 30 — Busses, sights, and clams at- 
tract many to Plymouth and Duxbury. 

October 1 — Dr. Leon Vincent gives first part 
of his lecture, "American Humor from Arte- 
mus Ward to Mark Twain." He explains that 
American humor has three characteristics : 
exaggeration, gravity of manner, and irrever- 

October 2: Seniors elect class officers. Doro- 
thy Ell of Newtonville is class president. 

October 4 — Dr. Vincent concludes lecture on 
American Humor. 

October 4 — Elizabeth Beamer and her 
mother entertain with their interpretation of 
Hawaiian dances and songs. Dances fascinate 
girls, and cause many poor imitators to mon- 
opolize dorm mirrors in rehearsals. 

October 5 — Lasell girls and friends make 
merry at first informal dance of the year. Gay 
autumn leaves transform the Barn, excellent 
orchestra, and popular refreshments make 
pleasant evening for all. 

October 6 — Rev. J. Burford Parry of 
Wellesley speaks at Vespers. His subject, 
"Life's Strange Paradox," impresses Lasell. 

October 11 — Professor Bailey brings Assy- 
rian Art to Lasell with pictures and another 
interesting lecture. 

October 13— "What is Worth While in 
Life?" was answered by Dr. Garfield Morgan 
at Vespers. 

October 14 — Mr. Ordway invites all to go on 
educational trip to Salem and Marblehead, and 
to follow the route of Paul Revere through 
Concord and Lexington. 



Dorothy Abbott, South Orange, N. J. 
Dorothy Acuff, Middlesboro, Ky. 
Mary Alves, Braintree, Mass. 
Selma Amdur, New Rochelle, N. Y. 
Betty Anderson, Bronxville, N. Y. 
Marjorie Andrews, Melrose, Mass. 

Jane Arend, Newtonville, Mass. 
Frances Austin, Orleans, Vt. 
Ruth Baber, Keeseville, N. Y. 
Priscilla Bailey, Jamaica Plain, Mass. 
Natalie Bartlett, Bradford, Mass. 
Marjorie Bassett, Orleans, Vt. 
Hildegarde Baxter, Cambridge, Mass. 
Elizabeth Beamer, Hilo, Hawaii, T. H. 
Vivian Bellinger, Newtonville, Mass. 
Jean Berry, Northbridge, Mass. 
Catherine Birmingham, Brighton, Mass. 
Jean Blount, Nacogdoches, Texas 
Pauline Bonin, Woonsocket, R. I. 
Blanche Bourke, Swampscott, Mass. 
Mary Bradley, West Haven, Conn. 
Elizabeth Brainard, Thompsonville, Conn. 
Mildred Brewer, Chicago, 111. 
Barbara Brinser, New Castle, Pa. 
Mary Brooks, Saybrook, Conn. 
Elisabeth Brown, Thomaston, Me. 
Ruth Buchanan, Woburn, Mass. 
Adelaide Bull, West Newton, Mass. 
Marian Burke, Hanson, Mass. 
Barbara Burnham, Summit, N. J. 
Ruth Buswell, Waltham, Mass. 
Natalie Caldwell, Chestnut Hill, Mass. 
Maida Cardwell, Auburndale, Mass. 
Doris Carey, Newtonville, Mass. 
Doris Carlson, Brighton, Mass. 
Sue Carpenter, Framingham, Mass. 
Mary Carrier, Elmira, N. Y. 
Rosetta Case, Flemington, N. J. 
Lucile Casten, Newton Centre, Mass. 
Opal Chesser, New York, N. Y. 
Flora Chicos, Watertown, Mass. 
Margaret Christie, Shrewsbury, Mass. 
Barbara Clarkson, Worcester, Mass. 
Dorothy Coffin, New Rochelle, N. Y. 
Eleanor Cole, Arlington, Vt. 
Priscilla Colson, Jamaica Plain, Mass. 
Helen Condon, Bedford, Mass. 
Virginia Congdon, Portland, Me. 
Doris Connington, Auburndale, Mass. 
Prudence Crandall, Athol, Mass. 
Janet Cryan, Newtonville, Mass. 
Edyth Cummings, Newton Centre, Mass. 
Barbara Darcey, Belmont, Mass. 
Sarah Gwen Davies, Lansford, Pa. 
Sylvia Davis, Auburndale, Mass. 
Virginia Deal, Newton, Mass. 
Mary DeGroff, Maplewood, N. J. 
Adele de l'Etoile, Medford, Mass. 
Elizabeth Doe, Wolfeboro, N. H. 
Patricia Doherty, Edgewood, R. I. 
Alice Dohoney, West Newton, Mass. 
Kathleen Donohue, Lawrence, Mass. 
Irene Dreissigacker, Mamaroneck, N. Y. 



Anne Durgin, Wellesley Hills, Mass. 
Dorothea Eburne, Chelsea, Mass. 
Nancy Edmonds, Middlesboro, Ky. 
Jane Eldridge, Westfield, N. J. 
Dorothy Ell, Newtonville, Mass. 
Barbara Elliot, South Orange, N. J. 
Dorothy Elliott, New Rochelle, N. Y. 
Evelyn Ellis, Wellesley, Mass. 
Ruth Ellsworth, Milton, Mass. 
Mary Elton, Jacksonville, Florida 
Ada Epstein, Carmel, N. Y. 
Frances Fairbrother, Newport, Vt. 
Dorothy Farwell, Bloomfield, N. J. 
Doris Fiacre, Maplewood, N. J. 
Edith Fitzgerald, Belmont, Mass 
Ruth Fitzgerald, Belmont, Mass. 
Helen Flint, Leicester, Mass. 
Dorothy Forbes, Manchester, N. H. 
Rhona Ford, Huntington, Mass. 
Dorothy Forsstrom, West Hartford, Conn. 
Marjorie Foster, Wollaston, Mass. 
Margery Fothergill, Hartford, Conn. 
Barbara Fowler, Newton Centre, Mass. 
Elaine Frank, Providence, R. I. 
Mildred Frank, Springfield, Mass. 
Katbarine Gamble, Detroit, Mich. 
Virginia Gately, Needham, Mass. 
Elizabeth Gerety, Worcester, Mass. 
Margery Gibby, Brookline, Mass. 
Marjorie Gilbert, Newtonville, Mass. 
Elizabeth Giles, West Newton, Mass. 
Miriam Goff, Hopedale, Mass. 
Corinne Gossweiler, East Orange, N. J. 
Marjorie Gove, Syracuse, N. Y. 
Priscilla Greig, Westford, Mass. 
Constance Griffin, Concord, N. H. 
Katbarine Guidrey, Watertown, Mass. 
Phyllis Gunn, Turners Falls, Mass. 
Genevieve Hackett, West Roxbury, Mass. 
Virginia Hall, Brookline, Mass. 
Georgianna Hankins, Belleville, N. J. 
Barbara Harding, Lexington, Mass. 
Yvette Harrington, South Sudbury, Mass. 
Patricia Hart, Unionville, Conn. 
Barbara Haskell, Buzzards Bay, Mass. 
Virginia Hausler, North Weymouth, Mass. 
Priscilla Hay, West Newton, Mass. 
M. Janet Hayes, Norwood, Mass. 
Mary Louise Hayes, Rochester, N. H. 
Louise Hedlund, Watertown, Mass. 
Barbara Hersey, Hingham, Mass. 
Betty Ann Hewit, Binghamton, N. Y. 
Margaret Hill, West Newton, Mass. 
Norma Hill, Wollaston, Mass. 
Marjorie Hills, Belmont. Mass. 
-Mary Hoit, Greenfield, Mass. 
Helen How, Concord, Mass. 

Emily Hubbel, Tarry town, N. Y. 

Laura Huegle, West Roxbury, Mass. 

Leona Huegle, West Roxbury, Mass. 

Lucille Huse, West Newton, Mass. 

Natalie Hutchison, Bradford, Mass. 

Marjorie James, Newtonville, Mass. 

Edith Jewett, Swarthmore, Pa. 

Meredith Johnson, Brockton, Mass. 

Virginia Johnston, Oak Park, 111. 

Doris Jones, Schenectady, N. Y. 

Hilda Katersky, Fall River, Mass. 

Emily Kayser, Belmont, Mass. 

Jeanne Keck, Chicago, 111. 

Florence Keegan, Lexington, Mass. 

Eleanor Kelley, Bedford, Mass. 

Winifred Kelley, Auburndale, Mass. 

Eleanor Kenney, Brookline, Mass. 

Elizabeth Kenney, Brookline, Mass. 

Arlene Kerr, Salem, Mass. 

Ruth Keyes, Somerville, Mass. 

Louise Kingsbury, Spencer, Mass. 

Ethel Kline, Pelham, N. Y. 

Elizabeth Kobrock, Newtonville, Mass. 

Ruth Koritzky, Dorchester, Mass. 

Meta Krekeler, Montclair, N. J. 

Janet Kunkel, Edgewood, R. I. 

Catherine Laffin, Ellsworth, Me. 

Mary Katharine Laffrey, Detroit, Mich. 

Barbara Lane, Needham, Mass. 

Elizabeth Lane, Wellesley, Mass. 

Lillian Lannary, Watertown, Mass. 

Elizabeth Leland, Auburndale, Mass. 

Charlotte Littlefield, Waltham, Mass. 

Carolyn McCormack, Newtonville, Mass. 

Gertrude McEvoy, Hartford, Conn. 

Trithena McFarland, Martin City, Mo. 

Caroline McKnight, Gardner, Mass. 

Barbara McNaught, East Walpole, Mass. 

Camilla Mafera, Medford, Mass. 

Elena Magoni, Farmington, Me. 

Rita Maloney, Newton, Mass. 

Marian Mapes, Shaker Heights, Cleveland, O. 

Janice Marr, Maiden, Mass. 

Eleanor Martini, Lawrence, Mass. 

Jean Meady, Newton Highlands, Mass. 

Margaret Mendenhall, Chevy Chase, Md 

E. Muriel Mills, Philadelphia, Pa. 

Marguerite Mooney, St. Johnsbury, Vt. 

Dorothy Morgan, Maiden, Mass. 

Marjorie Morison, Wilton, Me. 

Phyllis Morris, Roslyn, L. I. 

Rosena Morris, Dudley, Mass. 

Laura Morse, Belmont, Mass. 

Ruth Murphy, Plymouth, Mass. 

Mary Murray, Brockton, Mass. 

Mary Nicholson, Rockville, Md. 

Mary Nicolis, Lexington, Mass. 



Catherine Nolan, Waltham, Mass. 

Helen O'Connor, Chestnut Hills, Mass. 

Betty Olson, Lockport, N. Y. 

Madeline Orcutt, Akron, Ohio 

Janet Owens, Newtonville, Mass. 

Margaret Page, Skowhegan, Me. 

Dorothy Paine, North Grafton, Mass. 

Marianne Palmer, Swampscott, Mass. 

Helen Pappas, Watertown, Mass. 

Priscilla Parmenter, Framingham, Mass. 

Eleanor Patterson, Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Margaret Pearl, St. Johnsbury, Vt. 

Evelyn Piepenbring, Stratford, Conn. 

Elizabeth Pomeroy, Holyoke, Mass. 

Barbara Potter, Portland, Me. 

Jean Pratt, Framingham, Mass. 

Joyce Preston, Greenport, L. I. 

Glennys Preston, East Weymouth, Mass. 

Barbara Prior, Auburndale, Mass. 

Evelyn Raitt, West Hartford, Conn. 

Marjorie Raitt, West Hartford, Conn. 

Mary Randazzo, East Milton, Mass. 

Muriel Ray, Newtonville, Mass. 

Helen Raymond, Greenfield, Mass. 

Margaret Raymond, Buzzards Bay, Mass. 

Frances Reagan, Leominster, Mass. 

Marjorie Reed, Reading, Mass. 

Sophia Regas, Huntington, Mass. 

Janice Remig, Manchester, Conn. 

Doris Reynolds, North Attleboro, Mass. 

Beverly Rice, Branford, Conn. 

Ruth Rice, Gleasondale, Mass. 

Alcine Rippere, Waterbury, Conn. 

Ann Robertson, Bridgeport, Conn. 

Eunice Robinson, Newton Highlands, Mass. 

June Rogers, Newtonville, Mass. 

Mary Rose, Scranton, Pa. 

Elise Rougeot, Belmont, Mass. 

Rae Salisbury, Waban, Mass. 

Mary Ruth Sanford, Westfield, Mass. 

Helen Saul, Pawtucket, R. I. 

Emily Saxton, Longmeadow, Mass. 

Ruth Schierenbeck, Covina, Calif. 

Meta Searles, Farmington, Me. 

Audrey Seeley, West Newton, Mass. 

Janice Shutter, West Haven, Conn. 

Jean Siff, Akron, Ohio 

Leona Siff, Akron, Ohio 

Marian Sleeper, Brookline, Mass. 

Priscilla Sleeper, Brookline, Mass. 

Lois Small, Needham, Mass. 

Audrey Smith, Amherst, N. H. 

Elizabeth Smith, Beacon Falls, Conn. 

Viola Smith, White Plains, N. Y. 

Esther Sosman, Westfield, N. J. 

Doris Sperry, Belmont, Mass. 

Alma Stanetsky, Brookline, Mass. 

Mary Steele, Meriden, Conn. 

Florence Stetson, Waban, Mass. 

Priscilla Stevens, Hartford, Conn. 

Caro Stevenson, Newtonville, Mass. 

Dorothy Stewart, Edgewood, R. I. 

Virginia Stewart, Cherryfield, Me. 

Ethel Stroud, Boston, Mass. 

Patricia Strout, Waltham, Mass. 

Marjorie Stuart, Lyndonville, Vt. 

Deborah Sweet, West Hartford, Conn. 

Martha Sweetnam, Revere, Mass. 

Ellen Swindells, Newton Centre, Mass. 

Virginia Tarbell, Lexington, Mass. 

Louise Tardivel, Auburndale, Mass. 

Betty Ann Taylor, Summit, N. Y. 

Hilda Theurer, Watertown, Mass. 

Dorothea Thompson, East Liverpool, Ohio 

Barbara Thornburg, Waltham, Mass. 

Jeanette Tifft, Plymouth, N. H. 

Meredith Tillotson, Waban, Mass. 

Virginia Tillotson, Lenox, Mass. 

Anne Tipton, Newtonville, Mass. 

Evelyn Towle, Medford Hillside, Mass. 

Elizabeth Tracy, Stratford, Conn. 

Lois Tracy, Schenectady, N. Y. 

Marjorie Trott, Bath, Me. 

Ruth Tyacke, Lynnfield Center, Mass. 

Ruth Upham, Norwood, Mass. 

Mary Vergona, Lowell, Mass. 

Louise Visel, New Haven, Conn. 

Irma Walden, Chatham, N. J. 

Jane Walton, Pontiac, Mich. 

Celeste Watson, East Orange, N. J. 

Mary Elizabeth Webber, Milford, Mass. 

Charlotte Weitzman, Dorchester, Mass. 

Marjorie Westgate, Glen Ridge, N. J. 

Barbara Wheeler, Worcester, Mass. 

Layte Wheeler, New Castle, Pa. 

Eleanore Whiting, New Haven, Conn. 

Helen Williams, New Haven, Conn. 

Hilma Williams, South Carver, Mass. 

Augusta Williamson, Hudson, N. Y. 

Sallie Willison, Shaker Heights, Cleveland, O. 

Laurina Wilson, Lexington, Mass. 

Mary Wilson, Bridgeport, Conn. 

Elizabeth Wisdom, Watertown, Mass. 

Countessa Wood, Brookline, Mass. 

Frances Woodruff, Lexington, Mass. 

Virginia Wright, Auburndale, Mass. 

Isabel Wyatt, Brookline, Mass. 

Deborah York, West Newton, Mass. 

Elizabeth York, West Newton, Mass. 

Carolyn Young, Auburndale, Mass. 

Edna Yuill, West Roxbury, Mass. 





Virginia Bombard, West Newton, Mass. 
Dorothy Clark, Boston, Mass. 
Juliet Carr, Wellesley Hills, Mass. 
Elizabeth Crabtree, Newton Centre, Mass. 
Lyda Dunham, Quincy, Mass. 
Elizabeth English, Norwood, Mass. 
Patricia Gilbert, Belmont, Mass. 
Eloise Lane, Wellesley, Mass. 
Wilmine Lane, Auburndale, Mass. 
Marion Loveland, Belmont, Mass. 
Jean Peace, Worcester, Mass. 
Pauline Staples, Brookline, Mass. 
Jean Veazie, Belmont, Mass. 
Sylvia Wolcott, Newtonville, Mass. 

For many years Ella Richardson Cushing, 
73, has kept in friendly touch with our earliest 
graduates and has rendered most valuable ser- 
vice in sharing with our Personals Editor ex- 
cerpts from the letters of these confreres, our 
elect Alumnae. Shortly before the sailing of 
Mr. and Mrs. Cushing for Miami, she accom- 
panied by her devoted daughter, Mrs. William 
Taylor, called at Lasell for a farewell word 
and left these interesting items. 

It is sixty-seven years ago that Isabel Tread- 
well Towne was graduated from our college. 
Her strong, fine penmanship and grace of ex- 
pression give no sign of the passing years. To 
Mrs. Cushing she writes : 

"Thank you for your lovely card and note 
so full of good wishes for my eighty-eighth 
birthday. That eventful date was celebrated 
by a delightful dinner party, given in my honor 
by my cousin. The birthday cake was brilliant 
with many candles. 

"We are spending a season in this quiet re- 
sort in the woods of northern Michigan, by the 
great lake of that name. 

"You ask about my health. It is excellent. 
I have not lost a day from illness in more than 
twenty years, but my sight is failing. If the 
curtain falls, I mean to be a good child and 
take my medicine. 

"I am always glad to hear from you. Your 
letters bring back many pleasant memories of 

On October the first, Helen Littlefield, 72, 
wrote to Mrs. Cushing from her home at 
South Chatham on historic Cape Cod. 

"My dear Schoolmate: I knew your beauti- 
ful penmanship before I opened your birthday 
greeting. It is pleasant to be remembered. My 
dear mother used to say, 'There is no age in 
spirit.' We are just so many years young. I 
am living in my grandfather's home of precious 
memories. Am now reading Ship Masters of 
Cape Cod by Professor Kittredge of Harvard, 
who has a summer residence at Barnstable. It 
would be very pleasant if you could make a 
landing at the Canal and be my guest. I have 
not visited Lasell Junior College since 1932, 
my sixtieth anniversary, but keep in touch with 
the alumnae members and literature." 

Lasell's graduates of over half a century are 
scattered from coast to coast. From Los An- 
geles, Lizzie Richardson Mays, 72-73, sends 
this report to Mrs. Cushing : "My dear Chum : 
Words fail to express my delight at hearing 
from you again. We still have our birthdays, 
do we not? And just to think you have passed 
your eightieth and I am one year behind you. 
I cannot realize it except when I look at my 
grown children and grandchildren. I enjoy 
them all. They are a great comfort to me. I 
am still able to take care of myself and assist 
others, and am very happy. I have your auto- 
graph in my old album and feel very proud 
of it. I also have Kitty Lincoln's (72), and 
Emma George Newhall's (73). What good 
times we had together. Those were happy 
days at Lasell for us. Please give my love to 
all our old girl chums and favor me again with 
one of your letters." 

Mrs. Cushing adds this note : "Mrs. Mays 
was Lizzie Richardson from Memphis, Tenn., 



and I, Ella Richardson, from Waltham, Mass. 
The North and South met together at Lasell 
and our devoted friendship still holds good. 
Mrs. Mays' cousin is the mother of Ruth 
Buffington, '25. They are a charming family." 

Our ex-Treasurer also received this letter 
from Alice Clarke Dodge, '96: "I want to tell 
you how much I have enjoyed reading extracts 
from some of your letters which have appeared 
in the Leaves. Did you not enjoy the Anni- 
versary Number of 1874-1934? Dr. Winslow 
has surely tried to carry out the high standards 
Lasell has had for so many years. I wish I 
could tell you of the beautiful Lenten service 
our pastor and friends held in our home. 
Mother and I are both shut-ins, and we greatly 
appreciated the uplift of this home service." 

The editor has just learned of the sudden 
and overwhelming sorrow which has visited 
our Amy Tuthill Smith, '18. Late in Septem- 
ber, her husband, Professor Richard F. Smith, 
a member of the faculty of the University of 
Vermont, College of Agriculture, was instantly 
killed when his coupe, en route to the college, 
was struck by a train near South Burlington, 
Vermont. Professor Smith had been celebrat- 
ing his wife's birthday at their summer camp 
and was hastening back to meet his class at the 
college when the accident occurred. Many 
friends of this bereaved alumna will join with 
our faculty in extending deepest sympathy to 
Mrs. Smith and her stricken family. 

The annual fall meeting of the Lasell Junior 
College Board of Trustees and Lasell Corpora- 
tion brought together as usual a number of 
representative Newton citizens and a favored 
group of alumnae. At Dr. and Mrs. Winslow's 
invitation some remained to dine with the 
faculty and student body, and later visited the 
Senior dormitories, which were still in their 
"Open House" regalia. Members of the 
alumnae present were : Mabel Eager, '80-'89, 
Margaret Rix Cole, '26, Nell Woodward Col- 
lins, '15, Ruth Thresher Jenks, '14, Florence 
Bell Merrill, '17, Mildred Strain Nutter, '17, 
Josephine Chandler Pierce, '96, Lillie R. Pot- 
ter, '80, Irene Sauter Sanford, '06, Harriett 

Scott, '94, Phyllis Rafferty Shoemaker, '22, 
Susan Tiffany, '15, and Priscilla Alden Wolfe, 

Without regard to the time which intervenes 
between the issues of the Leaves, the matri- 
monial records of our Lasell Junior College 
girls is always an unbroken one. In proof of 
which we submit the following most impor- 
tant announcements. 

June 29: Helen Elizabeth Kowalewski, '28, 
and Mr. Richard Hale Hamilton at Redding, 

July 6: Lucile Norton (Jan. -June 1933) and 
Mr. Charles Russel Corwin. 

July 13: Margaret Lovell, '32, and Mr. Wil- 
liam Bartrum Jackson at Nutley, New Jersey. 

August 11: Elizabeth Momtt Smith, '28, and 
Mr. Thomas Brainard Scollon at Glens Falls, 
New York. Mr. and Mrs. Scollon are now 
"at home" at 24 Main Street, Elmhurst, Hud- 
son Falls, N. Y. 

August 24: Mary Elizabeth Hill, '33, and Mr. 
Richard Willson Davis at Norway, Me. 

August 31: Miss Elvia Arline Spaulding and 
Mr. Albert Hopkins Davis at Boston, Mass. 
Mrs. Davis is a member of the Secretarial 
Faculty at Lasell Junior College. 

September 1: Miss Erma Winifred Mac- 
Burnie and Mr. John Sumner Dow at Presque 
Isle, Me. Mr. Dow is the son of Lucia Parcher 
Dow, '02-'03. 

September 6: Jane Agnes Jensen, '34, and 
Mr. Albert Tanner Bailey, Jr., at Montclair, 

September 7: Harriet Virginia Kimberly, 
'30, and Mr. Samuel Chase Coale, Jr., at New 
Haven, Conn. 

September 14: Jean Whittier, '32-'33, and 
Mr. Richard Adolph Mahler at Brookline, 

September 14: Minerva Bancroft Pritchard, 
'32, and Mr. Joseph Albert Barratt at Strat- 
ford, Conn. 

September 21: Catherine Jane Whiley, '29, 
and Mr. Addison Minshall Hudson at Lan- 
caster, Ohio. 



Jacqueline Bea Meyers, '33, and Mr. John 
Altreuter Morhous at Buffalo, N. Y. 

September 28: Phyllis Beck, '29, and Mr. 
Allan Van De Mark at Lockport, N. Y. 

Lillian Esther Carl, '31, and Mr. Henry 
Be Vier Sleight at Schenectady, N. Y. 

October 5: Joyce Bissell Tucker, '30, and 
Mr. John Hilton Britton at Boston, Mass. 

Helen Louise Fitch, '32, and Mr. Thomas 
Philip Foley, Jr., at Portland, Me. 

Elizabeth Tyler Hayford, '33, and Mr. 
Malcolm Alexander Rounds Stewart at La- 
conia, N. H. 

October 11: Jane Jenkinson Porter, '29-'31, 
and Mr. Burnet Jennings Clark at Summit, 

October 12: Helen Ernestine Joyce, '33, and 
Mr. Manuel Enos Cardozo, Jr., at Gloucester, 

Gretta Sherman, '35, and Mr. Robert May- 
nard Jordan at Portsmouth, N. H. 

October 18: Julia Charlotte Tiffany, '29, and 
Mr. Edward A. Brand at Buffalo, N. Y. 

October 19: Mary Brigham Korper, '29, and 
Mr. William Rich Steele, Jr., at Hartford, 

Emeline Smith Walker, '31-'32, and Mr. 
Robert Edward Fatherley at Darien, Conn. 
The bride is the daughter of Harriette Ward 
Walker, '01. 

November 2: Annette Harvey, '29, and Mr. 
Chester Weber Jensen at Newport, R. I. 

Dotha Elizabeth Warner, '31, and Mr. Har- 
old Albert Jope at Bound Brook, Conn. 

Early in October, Miss Frances Viola 
Adams, '20, became the bride of Mr. Richard 
William Pastene of Boston. Mr. and Mrs. 
Pastene will reside in Middlebury, Vt. 

Lasell Junior College extends congratula- 
tions to these recent brides and to the follow- 
ing brides-to-be, whose engagements have been 
announced this fall : Velma Fulton Coates, '32, 
to Air. Grahame Enthoven ; Phyllis Russell 
Jensen, '30, to Mr. Carl Arnold Swenson; 
Evelyn Douglass, '28, to Mr. Langdon Hooper ; 
Joan Collier, '30, to Mr. Philip A. Cooper; 
and Mae Borkum, '33, to Mr. Oscar Finkel. 

Few former Lasell folk have furnished us 

a more charming report of their summer's out- 
ing than did Anna Kendig Peirce, '80, who 
spent a month or more at Wolfeboro and six 
weeks at Intervale, keeping in occasional touch 
with her daughters, Mildred Peirce Fuller, '06, 
and Elizabeth Peirce Bittenbender, '04-'06, and 
their families who were summering close by. 
Near the close of the summer, Frances Brag- 
don West, '05, as Mildred's guest, joined Mrs. 
Peirce at Intervale and Mrs. Peirce refers to 
that particular Lasell reunion as "one of the 
special joys of the summer." 

Close following Commencement the Per- 
sonals Editor and a group of friends, as the 
guests of Mr. William Wagner's niece, Barbara 
Vail Bosworth, '05, enjoyed a delightful after- 
noon at Barbara's summer camp near Leomin- 
ster. On this rare June day our Dean, as 
Barbara's sole passenger, canoed across the 
lake to the camp of Marjorie Lees Shaw, 
'09-' 11, meeting Marjorie's two sailor boys and 
catching a glimpse of her husband on his sail- 
boat in the offing. Leaving the canoe, the visi- 
tors called at the beautiful bungalow of Betty 
Reagan, '37, only to find that the hostess and 
her daughter were away. 

Several former students have referred ten- 
derly to the recent passing of our Alice Duns- 
more Van Harlingen, 78. Her outstanding 
loyalty to Lasell won for her many friends 
among the graduates of recent years as well as 
the alumnae of her own time. We recall very 
distinctly the return of Mrs. Van Harlingen 
and her classmate, Alice Linscott Hall, 78, to 
Lasell for their fiftieth anniversary. For 
vivacity and wit their message to Lasell at that 
time might well have been given by a recent 
graduate, but their tributes to their beloved 
Alma Mater were inspired by long years of 
loving loyalty. Lasell's tenderest sympathy is 
extended to Mrs. Van Harlingen's bereaved 
family and also to her classmate and friend 
of many years, Alice Linscott Hall. 

Alice Pratt Brown, '29, writes from Water- 
bury, Conn. : "I was pleased to recognize that 
the cover of the last Leaves was one which I 
made several years ago. Whenever a copy of 
the school paper comes, I drop whatever I am 



doing and sit right down and read every word. 
I have one important bit of news for you. My 
roommate, Eleanor Pitcher Hansen, '29, has a 
little son nearly a year old. Perhaps I can re- 
turn at Commencement time next year. My 
best to Dr. Winslow, Miss Blackstock and 
Senora, and my very best to you. A. P. B." 

How thrilled Betty Van Cleve Giersch's 
('26) classmates would have been to have seen 
her son, Richard III, riding into our office on 
his "velos'pede." To be sure, only a snap- 
shot but a lively likeness and with this moving 
picture a valued word from our Betty: "It is 
almost two years since my last letter to you. 
I fear you have listed me among your black 
'Doves.' Perhaps the enclosed picture of my 
nine-months old son will reinstate me by vir- 
tue of its own appeal. I have been having an 
interesting correspondence with a Mr. Alex- 
ander Van Cleve Phillips in reference to the 
history of the Van Cleve family, and found 
incidentally that he is the father of Alice Phil- 
lips Weeks, '19. I hope this graduate and I 
may meet at Lasell some time, and talk over 
our newly found mutual interest. I have had 
a pleasant visit with Polly Hutchinson White, 
one of Lasell's former secretaries. Kathryn 
Moore Silverwood, '26, visited Martha Carl 
Chase, '26, in July. I envied them. Best 
wishes for a fine new school year at Lasell." 

In the opening paragraph of a letter re- 
cently received from Marion Hale Bottomley, 
'10, she makes tender reference to the loyalty 
of the late Alice Dunsmore Van Harlingen, 
'78, who passed away at her home in Atlanta, 
Georgia, but who was laid to rest in her child- 
hood home, La Porte, Ind. Marion and a 
group of her college mates enjoyed a Lasell 
reunion of their own early in the year. A tele- 
gram from Cornelia Stone, '10, announced that 
Olive Bates Dumas, '10, and her husband were 
visiting her and cordially invited Marion to 
join the group. Kankakee, Illinois, is ninety 
miles from La Porte, but as Marion facetiously 
puts it, "Ninety miles is just a little jump out 
here in the corn fields." Of course, Olive gave 
a thrilling account of their class reunion at La- 

sell in June. "What contrary mortals we be," 
observed Marion, "for along with the joy of 
listening to that report was an undertone of 
sadness when I realized all that I had missed." 
Cornelia Stone is still meeting with her usual 
success in her vocation, weaving. "She does 
wonderful work," declare her classmates, and 
Cornelia also received honorable mention from 
Marion's husband whose own professional 
training makes him a competent connoisseur. 

There are two other Lasell girls in La Porte, 
Dorothy Darrow Swasey, '12-' 14, schoolmate 
of Laura Hale Gorton, '16, and Natalie York 
Terry, '13-'14, who has recently moved to La 
Porte. Dorothy's father, who passed away in 
July, was mayor of La Porte and in his passing 
the city lost a fine man and able citizen. 

Concerning her own "Doves," Marion 
writes : "Our daughters are growing up. Ann 
is a sophomore in high school and Mary will 
enter high school next fall. We are thinking 
about their future education. Of course, La- 
sell is first in my thoughts. Sister Emily's 
(Emily Hale Barnett, '02-'03) daughter Ann 
was married this summer. She is now Mrs. 
Arthur Pelton, living in Groton, Mass. Emily's 
home is in Philadelphia. Her husband, Rev. 
Francis B. Barnett, is connected with Christ 
Church Hospital." 

One of the many reasons for our Dean's 
enthusiasm over the recent Connecticut Val- 
ley reunion was the reading by Secretary 
Lillian Grant the following charming and origi- 
nal letter from Grace Conklin Bevin, '84- '85 : 

"My daughter, Alice Bevin Leewitz, '13-' 14, 
and I anticipated attending the luncheon, and 
only now have found we shall be unable to do 
so. I had a delightful winter in Paris topped 
off with a motor trip all through Holland at 
tulip time and also down beside the Rhine, 
from away up in Germany to Bingen, 'Fair 
Bingen on the Rhine.' The apple trees were 
all abloom, the river alive with pleasure craft, 
Nazi flags from every window. Clicking heels 
and Nazi salutes from young and old, and 
across one street, this cruel banner : 'He who 
buys of a Jew buy of the Devil.' 



"I had the pleasure of attending the Exhibi- 
tion of the Society of 'Beaux Art' and 'Artiste 
Francaise' at the Grand Palais on the Champs 
Elysee in Paris and seeing myself hanging by 
a string from the Exhibition walls. All during 
February, my daughter persistently painted on 
a portrait of my little three-year-old grandson 
and myself. How anyone could get any re- 
sults from a wiggling eel and a frowning 
grandmama trying to read 'Duckie Doodle's 
come out to see what the weather's going to 
be,' was quite beyond my comprehension, but 
there we hung, 'Grandmama et Douglas' — 
grandmama serenely reading to a quiet little 
chap on her lap, he, clasping a little green lapin 
in his arms. Beside us hung a self portrait of 
my daughter done in a skiing costume high up 
in the mountains in Switzerland while she 
visited my little granddaughter in school there. 
If any of the thousands who passed failed to 
notice these two portraits after looking at 
thirty-nine hundred others, it only goes to show 
how heedless the human race can be ! I am 
enclosing a card of a rather poor photograph 
of the self portrait. 

"Please remember us both to Miss Potter. 

"With best wishes for the success of the 
luncheon and meeting, I am 

Yours Sincerely, 

G. C. B." 

Shirley Williams' ('28-'31) mother; Mrs. 
William Whitney, sister of our beloved Miss 
Mary Nutt ; and our Mrs. Saunders' mother, 
whose friendship many of us enjoyed, passed 
away during the summer. We take this oppor- 
tunity to extend to these bereaved families 
Lasell's sincerest sympathy. 

Good news continues to come from Mrs. 
Nettie Stearns. She is enjoying her new 
home in the suburbs of Syracuse, N. Y., espe- 
cially her lovely garden abounding in flowers 
and fruit. The little sons are now busy in their 
new school and enjoying the work. 

Our college welcomes a new neighbor in the 
person of a very choice "old girl." The fol- 
lowing announcement tells the story : 


announces the opening 
of her 


Friday, November the First 

Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-Five 

27y 2 Walden Street 

Concord, Mass. 

It is with the deepest sorrow that the Leaves 
announce the recent passing away of two of 
our younger and most beloved alumnae, Helene 
Swick Brady, '29, and Grace De Orsay Nel- 
son, '27. A host of collegemates join with the 
faculty in extending tenderest sympathy to the 
bereaved families. 

While the guest of Miss Margaret Haskell 
of Auburndale, the father of Betty Gay, '29- 
'31, very kindly called at Lasell and at our re- 
quest left this following news item : 

Betty is teaching Progressive Education to 
four- and five-year-old children in Miss Fine's 
School in Princeton, N. J. In addition, she is 
taking a course in Child Psychology at N. Y. 
U. and one in piano at the Greenwich Village 
Music School. 

That was a satisfactory visit which Florence 
Swarthwout Thomassen, '09, made at her 
school home July 28, even remaining long 
enough to dine with us, and telling us some 
fine facts about her program, which out of re- 
spect to this modest alumna, we must keep to 
ourselves. When she left, those of our staff 
who were privileged to enjoy her visit were 
unanimous in our verdict that Florence cer- 
tainly grows finer and finer with the passing 

Bette Clark, '35, engaged in business for 
part of the summer, but we infer most of her 
vacation was spent in taking deserved rest. A 
portion from her letter is worth repeating: 
"Although we knew little of each other be- 
fore we went to Lasell, Frances Findlay, '35, 
Kay Vargas, '35, and I lived within five miles 
of each other. It is nice to have classmates 
within 'running-back-and-forth-distance.' Fran 
'blew' in yesterday— the first time since her 
European tour. I spent a perfectly grand 



afternoon and evening with her and her family. 
They have a beautiful garden and terrace and 
it was simply heavenly sitting and watching 
the nearly full moon over the water, the flick- 
ering of Montauk Lighthouse and countless 
boats in the distance. Fran's diary is well 
written and extremely interesting. With my 
new typewriter — a graduation gift — we are 
planning to get together and elaborate on her 
diary, using pictures, etc." 

In a more recent note Bette enclosed a 
charming snapshot of Mary Starr Utter Max- 
son's ('12) twins, Mary Starr, Jr., and Edwin. 
The photographer adds : "It is safer to-send the 
enclosed pictures instead of bringing the chil- 
dren for there is someone at Lasell, old enough 
to know better, who is possessed with the feel- 
ing of omniverousness in the presence of win- 
some little children !" 

The sisters, Isabella ('01) and Emily ('99- 
'02) Clemens, arrived unintentionally on their 
part and unexpectedly to us in time for the 
first faculty meeting of the new year. All our 
powers of persuasion failed to induce them to 
join us at that meeting. Evidently, they still 
had an antipathy for the awesome gathering. 
We quite envied Constance Blackstock, '09, 
who, previous to the meeting, enjoyed a pleas- 
ant half-hour's visit with these sisters "over 
the tea-cups" at Clark Cottage. 

It is fifteen years since Helen Files Debe- 
voise, '20, was graduated, so she said and our 
college records proved it. But believing our 
eyes, we should question the fact for Helen 
looked hardly a day older than when she re- 
ceived her Lasell diploma. Ours was the 
privilege also of welcoming her husband. It 
was a joy to hear Helen's enthusiasm over her 
dear little children. 

Lasell's "Joy Bells" are kept a-ringing not 
always by the hands of grown-ups. Baby 
hands are constantly sounding the joyous ad- 
vent of a fresh recruit. Lasell welcomes these 
dear little newcomers : 

July 13 — A son, French Donald Mackes, to 
Mr. and Mrs. P. Donald Mackes (Ida Mur- 
phy, '30). 

July 24 — A daughter, Nancy Lucetta, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Frederick J. Thomas (Eleanor Ray- 
mond, '30). 

August 7 — A daughter, Richalie, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Stanley Inman (Evelyn Brownell, '30). 

September 11 — Twin daughters, Judith and 
Jane, to Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Wender (Jane 
Spear, '33). Mrs. Wender is the daughter 
of Ray Spitz Spear, '01 -'03. 

September 30 — A son, Eric, to Mr. and Mrs. 
Ingemar E. Hoberg (Madalyn Patten, '27). 

October 16 — A daughter, Emily, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Guy Moulthrop (Mary Alice Timmins, 

Vera Clauer, '22, also called in the early fall. 
Doubtless she gained valuable information 
concerning Lasell, but the Personals Editor 
failed even to "get in a word edgewise" with 
this dear graduate. We would very much ap- 
preciate, Vera, a note from you concerning 
your winter's program. 

Our school roster seems incomplete without 
the name of some member of our President's 
family enrolled. Priscilla, who was graduated 
in June, is now a member of the Junior Class 
at Tufts College. Donald received his Mas- 
ter's Degree last spring and is a member of the 
faculty in the Junior High School at East 
Greenwich, R. I. His subjects are English 
and History. We are pleased that Marjorie 
Winslow MacCuspie, '28, has not left our 
ranks, but is still instructor in Lasell's science 

The last word concerning Claudia Goodrich 
was that following her graduation and bent, 
she was reading proofs in the editorial office of 
the St. Johnsbury local newspaper. Her sis- 
ter, Betty, had fallen heir to Gwendolyn Mc- 
Donald Black's position at Dr. Johnson's Sani- 
tarium in Franconia, N. H. Lasell's best wishes 
follow these daughters of a former member of 
our faculty. 

That "L. W. D." Ruth Rowbotham Strick- 
land, '29, sends such a delightfully breezy line 
to our President that we can't resist sharing 
it with those who loved her, and that means 
everybody at Lasell of her day. She confesses : 



"Now that it is time for the reopening of 
Lasell, I am tempted to pack my things and 
turn North again with you all. It won't be 
very many years before I'll be enrolling my 
daughter with the rest of your happy family. 
AW- are just proud of 'Robbie.' Notwithstand- 
ing this eight months' old girl is a regular tom- 
boy. Our new home is just around the corner 
from my parents.' I don't see many southern 
girls' names on the Lasell roster. I wish some 
of you would come down and look us over. 
We would love to have you. Dear Mrs. Alice 
Dunsmore Van Harlingen, '78, passed away 
September 12. She was such a loyal Lasell 
alumna. In her passing Lasell has lost a true 
'white Dove.' Please remember me to your 
family, Mr. Amesbury, Miss Potter, and all 
those who were at Lasell in my time. Dr. 
Winslow, I certainly hope to see you down 
South very soon." 

Rosalie Starkweather, '29, and her parents 
visited our college early in July. This little 
artist, Rosalie, is making good in her profes- 
sion, having just received a generous check 
from a New York firm for her original designs 
for handkerchiefs. 

Lillian Thrasher, '34, writes from Fox 
Point, N. S. : "It has been lovely down here 
all summer. I have been in Nova Scotia 
nearly all the time since I left Lasell. I like 
my Nova Scotia school, but it cannot take 
Lasell's place in my affection." Thank you, 
Lillian, for your friendly message and your 
reference in favor of Lasell. 

Virginia Wood McKay, '26, and her two 
little children were present at one of our open- 
ing Vesper services, but unfortunately we 
failed to meet. 

We had a standing visit with Fanny Brack- 
ley, '35, recently, but did not learn her win- 
ter's plans. We can only say that she looks 
well and equal to any program she might elect. 

We appreciated the call on October 8 from 
Margarette Rix Cole, '26, and her two little 
children, accompanied by Dr. Adams, son of 
Martha Stone Adams, '91-'93. Mrs. Cole and 
Dr. Adams were schoolmates in Kansas. Dur- 

ing their tour of the college, Peg's lively chil- 
dren made literally a flying trip over our cam- 
pus as well as through historic Bragdon. The 
Personals Editor was disappointed that the 
little ones did not visit her office where she 
had made preparations for their amusement. 

Barbara and Muriel Bowlen, '31-'33, called 
this month en route to California, where they 
will spend the winter. Other Lasell guests 
who visited the college during the Personals 
Editor's vacation were : Marion Safford Coe, 
'98-'99, Blanche Jones Haskell, '82-'83, and 
Concha Aguirre Turnbull, '17-' 19, who called 
in July and visited with Mrs. Winslow and 
Mrs. McDonald. Bess Bailey Van Orsdall, 
'96, and Margaret Bailey Krauser, '96-'98, 
called August 20 to "browse around the 
school," visit their rooms and old haunts and 
see the changes. From Chicago came Mary 
Fitch, '34, and Kathleen Atkin, '34. Mary 
drove East with her family and Kathleen was 
the guest of Rae Salisbury, '37. 

Ethelyn Prentiss Knight, '99, was a mid- 
summer caller and was received by Mrs. Mc- 
Donald. Mrs. Knight told of the death of 
lone Tucker Knight, '96-'98. Ethelyn and 
lone married brothers. Ione's son has been 
graduated from Yale and then from Stanford. 
This year he has gone to the Celebes (State 
of Java) as engineer for one year to write 
his thesis. 

Ethelyn also reported that Myrtle Hewson 
Parker's ('99) son has recently married. 
Rhoda Porter Witbeck, '00, is now living in 
Pasadena. Elsie Burdick Seiple, '99, is at 
home in Milford, Conn. We were sorry to 
miss your call, Ethelyn, and greatly appreciate 
these valuable bits of news. 

Natalie Best, '25-'30, and her father were 
guests of Mrs. McDonald on one of our many 
fair fall days. They brought with them an 
enthusiastic account of their recent visit at 
the home of Major and Mrs. J. Laurence 
Black (Gwendolyn McDonald, '18-'28) in 
Sackville, N. B. 

We were disappointed over the shortness of 
Josephine Moore's ('35) call but were recon- 



ciled when she told us she was hastening on to 
accept a fine business position for the winter. 

From her home in Denver, Colorado, Ruth 
Kelsey, '10, sends this word of appreciation: 
"What a delight it was to visit my beloved 
Lasell again and to be welcomed so very sin- 
cerely." We gratefully accept her gracious 
message by declaring we, in turn, were proud 
to welcome home such a truly representative 
alumna and to be assured that added success 
and intellectual achievements had not lessened 
her loyalty to our Lasell and her's. 

Helen Crego, '30, has been for the past five 
years secretary in the office of the Equitable 
Life Insurance Company, Harrisburg, Pa. As 
Helen facetiously puts it : "The fact that I 
have retained the position for that length of 
time amazes even me. At first I thought my 
employer was being kind because he is such a 
good friend of Daddy's but since I've been 
here five years, I decided he wouldn't keep me 
that long if he were Daddy's brother if he 
didn't think I was a fairly efficient secretary." 

Her breezy letter, so characteristic, we find 
we must share a bit more of it with her former 
Lasell mates : 

"I was sorry to have missed my fifth year 
reunion. Would have liked so much to have 
seen the girls, whom I've been reading about 
in the Leaves. I certainly scan the magazine 
from the front advertisements to the back 
cover. Even though you have not been in 
touch personally with some of the girls since 
graduation, it makes you feel as though you 
knew what they're doing. 

"I have seen Ruth Doughty, '30, at least 
once a year since graduation. 'Chubby' and I 
were both bridesmaids in Dorothy Douglass 
Moroso's ('30) wedding. I was particularly 
thrilled at the bridesmaid invitation for I had 
not seen 'Doug' for so long and Ruth for 
many months. I also saw Peggy Boyd, '30, 
whom I've corresponded with since graduation 
and hadn't seen for five years. I am still be- 
ing remembered by the undignified scream I 
emitted when I saw 'Jordan' for the first time 
j since graduation. It was all perfectly grand 

and counted as my fifth year reunion since 
I knew I couldn't come up to school in June. 

" 'Chubby' visited me for about two weeks 
this spring after 'Doug's' wedding and when 
she and her mother went to Coral Gables, 
Fla., this summer, they took me with them. 
We had a glorious trip. Last year I took a 
three weeks' cruise to South America and the 
year before we cruised to Bermuda. Every 
year I have been secretly hoping that I could 
join Miss Blackstock's European tour. 

"Dorothy Frazer Wahl, '28, is a good friend 
of mine and told me how much she and her 
husband enjoyed their visit to Lasell on their 
honeymoon. Rosanna McConnell Wallis, '27, 
another Harrisburg Lasell graduate, and Dotty 
and I often recall Lasell days together. 

"I was very surprised and somewhat disap- 
pointed to read in the Leaves that 'Posey' 
Adams Guerrero, '30, had married and was 
living in Barranquilla, South America. Sur- 
prised to find she lived there and disappointed 
because our cruise took us to Barranquilla for 
two days. 

"Please remember me to all the teachers who 
didn't find me too difficult a pupil and to those 
who did, tell them I am improving with age. 

"I really think of you and the girls all so 

"Love from one of your blackest crows who 
really tried to be white sometimes, 

H. E. C, '30." 

We are extending sympathy to our former 
students, Viola ('30-'31) and Leah ('31 -'33) 
Adaskin, and their family who have recently 
lost their father. The Boston Herald published 
a sketch of the life of Mr. Adaskin, declar- 
ing that his native ability and industry had 
raised him to the position of one of Spring- 
field's most successful and representative citi- 

A glad surprise came to us near Commence- 
ment time when we welcomed Mary Goddard 
Hadley, '21-'23, and her husband to our col- 
lege. The shortness of their call was over- 
looked when the promise was made that they 
would repeat the visit in the near future. 



On a recent fall day that gay little cartoonist, 
Kathryn Forgey, '28, and her Junior sister, 
Muriel Hagerthy Small, '29, reported together 
at our office. Both girls looked younger than 
during their Lasell days, perhaps the cause is 
they are not now bowed down with the "weight 
of study." It was a joy to see them if but for a 
few moments only, and to listen to their de- 
clared unchanged loyalty to Lasell. 

At the close of her letter sent to the Editor 
of the Leaves, Alice Linscott Hall, 78, adds 
this P. S. : "Here is a bit of personal news. 
I have become a great-grandmother. 'Isn't 
that something?' as the children would say." 
Congratulations to you, Mrs. Hall. Yes, that 
was grand, great news, but Lasell is trying 
to guess whether the name of this little one can 
be added to our waiting list, or will it be a 
name, alas, that will have to be placed on the 
Harvard or M. I. T. roster? 

Miss Potter, as usual, enjoyed her summer 
vacation as the guest of her brother, Mr. E. F. 
Potter, and his daughter, Mary Potter Mc- 
Conn, '05, in Minneapolis. One happy day was 
spent with Julia Potter Schmidt, '06, in 
Evanston. She was especially pleased to find 
Mary Eugenia McConn, '29, still serving suc- 
cessfully as the aid to one of Minneapolis' 
well-known surgeons. 

Persis-Jane Peeples, '34-35, tarried in our 
office long enough to report a busy, delightful 
summer in the White Mountains. While look- 
ing forward with enthusiasm to her course in 
Chicago University, she joined with us in ex- 
pressing sincere regret that her Lasell days 
were over. 

"The best thing I saw during my summer 
abroad," wrote a facetious American traveler, 
"was the gilded dome of the Boston State 
House as we sailed back into our home har- 
bor." In fulfillment of their friendly promise 
to visit us, Lilian Douglass, '07, and Edith 
Simonds, '04-'05, made Lasell Junior College 
the final objective of their "tour abroad." We 
quote these bits from Edith's travelogue: 
"Lilian and I planned to rent a tiny car and 
tour England 'unguided.' We have done just 

that, visiting out-of-the-way places which ap- 
pealed to us. For forty days we have been 
modern gypsies, every night but two lying on 
a different bed. We have shared the simple 
hospitality of inns, farmhouses and hotels ; 
tasted all types of countryside quaintness in 
abundance, and enjoyed it all except the quaint 
but uncomfortable beds. A fifteenth century 
farmhouse is all right for quaintness, but when 
one sleeps in a sixteenth century bed on a 
seventeenth century mattress with possibly an 
eighteenth century spring, it is apt to become 
tiresome. We drove thirty-one hundred miles 
through Devonshire, Wales and Scotland — all 
so lovely. We kept on going rain or shine. 
Have inspected a glove factory and visited 
linen and woolen mills. Our joyous journey 
is near its end. We intend to 'make' Lasell 
before starting for the West." 

Lilian and Edith both refer to a happy 
chance meeting with Mrs. Mary Ebersole 
Crawford ('85-'85), whose brother, Mr. Wil- 
liam Ebersole, was a warm friend of Dr. Brag- 
don. We believe Lasell had enrolled from 
time to time at least seven members of the 
Ebersole family. 

Lilian was anticipating a visit with Lela 
Goodall Thornburg, '08, at her summer camp 
in Sanford, Maine, before leaving for Cali- 
fornia. Lasell greatly appreciated these travel 
notes from two of her "old girls." 

It was a happy coincidence that after a long 
silence Lilian Douglass' classmate, Clara 
Nims, '07, was moved to send a message to 
her Alma Mater at the same time of Lilian's 
visit at Lasell. Clara's vacation was spent in 
Vermont within sight of Lake Champlain, the 
Adirondacks and the Green Mountains. No 
wonder she describes it as a "lovely sweep of 
country!" Of the guests at her inn she 
writes: "They are a choice company. Like 
all Bostonians, they are delightful people." 
Clara is still absorbed in her chosen vocation 
as librarian of the Children's Department of 
the Watertown (N. Y.) Memorial Library. 

It seemed a bit disappointing that our Senora 
Orozco should have to journey "way down 



South" this past summer in order to find a 
congenial climate. This is her message to the 
Personals Editor sent last August from her 
beloved Mexico City: "This good climate 
makes me forget the heat of those days in the 
States." At present Maria Orozco Cobb, '17- 
'18, and her dear little sons are guests of rela- 
tives in Mexico City. 

Early in the summer Miss Frances K. 
Dolley gladdened our vacation by making La- 
sell a real visit. She was accompanied by her 
nephew, Ethan Nevens. Mr. Nevens had been 
serving the past year as organist at his col- 
lege, and generously shared his gift with Miss 
Dolley's Lasell friends. Our former instruc- 
tor, now on the Western Reserve faculty, was 
starting on a delightful summer's itinerary — a 
motor trip which would take her from the 
Atlantic to the Pacific coasts. 

Elizabeth Schuller, '33, did not return in 
person, but early in the fall her dear mother 
called at Lasell and brought good news direct 
from this graduate. Elizabeth is busy and has 
been ever since her graduation. At present 
she is employed in one of the largest and most 
successful business firms in Newark, N. J. 

September 28 was "Flower Day" at Lasell 
for Betty Maitland, '34, with a gorgeous 
bouquet of gladioli gathered from her own 
garden, and later Elizabeth ('34-'35) and 
Mrs. Watters contributed another floral offer- 
ing of rare roses and a basket of dahlias 
(gigantus) from her Rhode Island garden. We 
are hoping that Elizabeth will fully regain her 
health and return to us later in the year. We 
wish for our Betty Maitland continued success 
in her post-graduate work. 

We are always glad when our newest girl 
graduates settle, if only temporarily, hard by 
Lasell. Sally Swanson, '35, is at present a 
student at Miss Chamberlain's School in Bos- 
ton. With Sally on her recent return to La- 
sell was Frances Day, '34, who is a Senior at 
the College of Practical Arts and Letters, Bos- 
ton University. Frances will work this win- 
ter with Marjorie Mills of the Boston Herald- 

Our Lydia Barnes, '35, who has been most 
neighborly this fall, is enrolled at the Museum 
School of Art. Lydia has recently enjoyed a 
week-end auto trip into the New England 
highlands as Miss Hoag's guest. We are espe- 
cially happy to have Maida Cardwell, '35, 
Doris Jones, '35, Virginia Bolt. '35, and Marion 
Roberts, '29, taking post graduate work at 
Lasell this year. 

Ethelyn Whitney, '32, is on our faculty, as- 
sisting in the department of Physical Educa- 
tion. Alice Schrade, '34, and Emily Cleaves, 
'34, returned early in the year and this is their 
brief report. Alice is working in the office 
of a law firm in Middletown, N. Y., and 
Emily is at present "a lady of leisure." Both 
girls looked equally prosperous and satisfied, 
particularly as they motored away in their 
smart looking car, having captured their class- 
mate, Celia Kinsley, '34, as a willing stow- 

Two of our last year's graduates, Marion 
Cleveland and Pauline Mitton, are now stu- 
dent dietitians training in the Cambridge Hos- 
pital. "The hours are long, but not too long 
and the work continues, but we thoroughly 
enjoy it," is the recent report from these two. 

Dorothy Friend, '35, is taking the same 
course at the Waltham Hospital and declares 
that she too is enjoying this advance train- 
ing in her chosen vocation. 

Arlene Kerr, '36, and her mother were evi- 
dently seeking new worlds to conquer for at 
midsummer we received greetings telling of 
their charming South American journey. 

Rosamond Cornell Cannon, '29, writes : 
"Just a few lines to let you know my new ad- 
dress, 419 South Quaker Lane, West Hart- 
ford, Conn. We moved here recently from 
Waterbury. We like it very much and think 
Connecticut a fine state. I was sorry to miss 
Lasell at Commencement time, but hope to be 
with you another year. 

"Esther Sunderland, '29, and Eleanor Hum- 
phrey, '29, have recently visited me. We had 
a wonderful time and it almost seemed like 
old days at Lasell. Together we went to West 



Haven and called on Charlotte Brooks Arm- 
strong. We were also fortunate in finding 
Dorothy Merrick Murphy, '27-'28, at home in 
Rockville with her small son." 

Rosamond closes with greetings to her 
Lasell friends. 

That was a happy moment for us, Helen 
Robson, '24, when you broke your long silence 
with such a friendly letter. We shared in your 
disappointment at Commencement time, but 
please carry out your determination to be with 
us next June. How delightful to have your 
sister, Lucile, her husband and little ones at 
home again! We must allow Helen to finish 
her report: "I have had secretarial work right 
along and that is something for which to be 
thankful during these lean years. To my de- 
light, I spent my vacation with a sister in 
Bermuda. I read the Leaves eagerly and ap- 
preciate the generous courtesy of Lasell in 
sending them to me. Kindest regards to Dr. 
and Mrs. Winslow, and all my Lasell friends. 
My present address is: 327 Ballymore Road, 
Springfield, Pa." 

Down from the Canadian highlands they 
came: Julia Clausen, '29, and her dear 
mother, whom we adopted into the Lasell 
family long ago. Two of our Julia's aunts, 
also from Chicago, accompanied them. We 
registered this friendly call among the special 
joys of the summer. 

Through the personal courtesy of Janet 
Price, '33, secretary of the Chicago Lasell 
Club, our Dean enjoyed a surprise reunion 
while spending a day in Evanston, en route 
from Minneapolis to New England. The re- 
port follows : 

"The recent, but too brief, visit of our be- 
loved Miss Potter occasioned a delightful in- 
formal luncheon at Cooley's Cupboard, Evans- 
ton, on Saturday, August 31. Miss Potter, 
who has not changed in the least — and never 
will !— brought us welcome Lasell news and 
told of recent changes in the faculty and school 
proper, of personal incidents, and of the ac- 
tivities of the students. The number of 'Doves' 
who attended was small because of the short 

time our guest of honor was in Chicago, and 
because the Club President was away. Those 
present were: Elizabeth Bear, '31, Mary Fitch, 
'34, Marion Freeman, '30-'31, Mary Howell, 
'30-'31, Emily Ingwersen, '34, Virginia Johns- 
ton, '36, Frances McNulty, '34-'35, Janet 
Price, '33, Virginia Rice, '32-'33, Jeannette 
Rising, '31 -'32, Julia Potter Schmidt, '06 
(Miss Potter's hostess), Mabel Swift, '35, 
Dorothy Taggart, '32, and Gertrude Wagner, 

The Chicago Lasell Club, at its regular meet- 
ing of Saturday, September 14, was treated to 
a novel and interesting experience. Follow- 
ing a delicious luncheon at the Hotel Winder- 
mere, East, and at the close of the business 
session, the group moved across the street to 
the Museum of Science and Industry. The 
conducted tour ended with a visit to the Coal 
Mine of which Mr. Arthur C. Carlton, hus- 
band of Mabel Jones Carlton, T4, is director. 
Those who enjoyed this unusual pleasure 
were : Hazel Carey Adam, '05, Maurine Moore 
Allen, '19-'20, Margaret Gregson Barker, '09- 
'13, accompanied by her daughters, Marga- 
ret and Natalie, Lucille Eichengreen Block, 
'22, Alma Bunch, '13, Helen Guertin Camp- 
bell, T6-T7, Mabel Jones Carlton, '14 (who 
worked hard to make this a success — she more 
than did so!), Julia Clausen, '29, Irvina Pome- 
roy Cooper, '18, Helene Grashorn Dickson, '22, 
President, Miss Virginia Egan (daughter of 
Lucille Guertin Egan, '11-' 12, Treasurer), 
Vera Wallace Fenn, Tl-'12, Margherita Dike 
Hallberg, TO, Ina Martha Harber, '06, Doro- 
thy Herron, '28, Martha Hofman, '28-'29, 
Helen Carter Johnson, '07, Gene Loomis, '32, 
Mary Elizabeth McNulty, '32, Doris Perkins 
Meyer, '19- '20, Vice President, Mary Florine 
Peeples, '04-'05, Katherine Moore Silverwood, 
'26, Cecile Loomis Stuebing, '22, Elizabeth, 
'33, and Mabel Swift, '35, with their mother, 
Mrs. W. B. Swift, and Gertrude Wagner, '28. 
Lucille Guertin Egan, T1-T2, and Jessie 
Matteson Ray, '25, had recently lost their 
fathers. The club extends deep sympathy. 

A Permanent Corresponding Secretary was 



elected: Mrs. Berry W. Allen (Maurine 
Moore, '19-'20), 7212 Coles Avenue, Chicago. 
She will have a complete list of alumnae; any 
girl moving to or from Chicago will please 
notify her. Everyone was urged to contact at 
least one girl before the next meeting. 
Sincerely yours, 
Janet H. Price, '33, Secretary. 

We are indebted to Barbara Stover, '33, re- 
cently retired president of the Eastern Maine 
Lasell Club, for a copy of a Bangor paper 
which contained a fine likeness of Ethelle 
Cleale Collett, '22, newly-elected club presi- 
dent. The newspaper clipping read : 

"Alumnae and students of Lasell Junior 
College met as members of the Eastern Maine 
Lasell Club for one o'clock luncheon Monday 
afternoon, September 9, at the Tarratine 

"A business meeting followed, with Miss 
Barbara Stover of Bangor, president, in 
charge. Plans were discussed for a mid-win- 
ter meeting of the club. Two officers were 
elected : Ethelle Cleal Collett, '22, as president, 
and Constance Chalmers Harlow, '29, as treas- 

"Two members of the Lasell faculty were 
present, Miss Karin Eliasson, '31, and Mrs. 
A. H. Davis (Miss Elvia Spaulding), both 
members of the secretarial department at La- 
sell. Miss Eliasson was the speaker, giving 
an entertaining and delightful talk on Lasell 
and its activities, and bringing news of old 
friends and new at the junior college. 

"Among others attending the luncheon were : 
Margaret Page, '36, Fancher Sawyer Swett, 
'08-'09, Elizabeth Swett, '35, Helen Gray Por- 
ter, '02-'05, Nellie Kidder Cutter, '84, Mary 
McAvey Miller, '28, Lydia Adams, '18, Flor- 
ence Rogers Hilton, '05-'08, and Catherine 
Laffin, a member of the Junior Class at the 
college this year." 

Miss Potter is still harking back with 
grateful appreciation to that perfect day spent 
as guest of the Connecticut Valley Lasell Club. 
We are pleased to share with our readers this 
delightful report submitted by Secretary Lil- 
lian Grant, '20: 

The Connecticut Valley Lasell Club held its 
twenty-ninth annual luncheon and meeting at 
the Broad Street Y. W. C. A., Hartford, on 
Saturday afternoon, October 5, 1935. There 
were fifty-one present including Miss Doris 
M. Shapleigh and Miss Frances B. Dilling- 
ham, '82-'87, former members of the Lasell 
faculty and now connected with Miss Porter's 
School in Farmington ; Mrs. Donald Griffin 
of Grand Isle, Nebraska, sister-in-law of 
Marian Griffin Wolcott, '16, Freda Griffing 
Leining, '20, and Carol Griffin Teich, '30-'31 ; 
and Miss Eleanore Eichmann of New Haven, 
aunt of Eleanore Whiting, who is a student at 
Lasell this year. 

Miss Potter in her role of "Mother Dove," 
with her L. W. D.'s about her, extended greet- 
ings and messages during the informal recep- 
tion which preceded the luncheon. This hour 
was in charge of Una Storrs Riddle, '17-' 18, 
assisted by Helen M. Saunders, '17, Helen 
Shew Schofield, '26-'27, Alice Grimes Griffin, 
'20, and Faith Barber, '33. The meeting was 
conducted by Mary Korper Steele, '29, presi- 
dent of the club. 

We were delighted to hear from Miss Potter 
that the enrollment is the largest in many years 
and to know that one of our own girls, Mary 
Brooks of Saybrook, has been elected Treas- 
urer of the Senior Class. With much interest 
we listened to all the choice bits of news as 
related by Miss Potter in her inimitable way, 
and when she had finished, we felt much as 
though we had been for a stroll in and out of 
the various buildings and all around the cam- 
pus. We were grieved to learn, however, of 
the death of Mile. Le Royer's husband, and 
we extend our sympathy to her through the 

A new office, that of Publicity Chairman, 
has been created by the club and it is expected 
that not only will the Connecticut Club be 
"more on the map" through the efforts of the 
Publicity Chairman but the other officers and 
committees will be relieved of extra care. 

We are rather proud to announce that a 
Connecticut Valley Lasell Club Scholarship has 
also been created, the club having voted, "That 



the Connecticut Valley Lasell Club send an- 
nually to the Chairman of the Scholarship 
Committee of Lasell Alumnae, Inc., the sum 
of twenty-five (25) dollars for the use pre- 
ferably of a Connecticut girl and otherwise for 
the use of a Connecticut Valley Lasell girl." 

It is hoped that this will be an incentive for 
the club members to pay their dues and to 
take a more active interest in the club, for al- 
though our membership numbers between three 
and four hundred, only approximately seventy- 
five are paying members. It is thought that 
more girls will wish to pay their dues if they 
know that a part of the funds from the treas- 
ury are actually being used to help one of our 
Connecticut or Connecticut Valley girls. As 
the dues increase, the scholarship can be in- 
creased accordingly, by vote of the club. 

Cornelia Hemingway Killam, '22, following 
a discussion led by her concerning the building 
fund, was authorized to confer with the Lasell 
Junior College Corporation and the Lasell 
Alumnae, Inc., concerning the advisability of 
starting a drive for the building fund. 

The following officers for 1935-36 were 
elected : President, Sarah Dyer Darling, '00- 
'01 ; Vice President, Maebelle Hamlin Barby, 
'15-T6; and Secretary-Treasurer, Lillian G. 
Grant, '20. 

The Chairman of the Executive Committee 
is Clara McLean Rowley, '02; assisted by 
Harriette Case Bidwell, '22, and Una Storrs 
Riddle, '17-' 18. The Nominating Committee 
consists of Elizabeth Hanmer, '30, as Chair- 
man, assisted by Grace T. Griswold, '08, and 
Freda Griffin Leining, '22. Laura Hale Gor- 
ton, '16, is Chairman of the Honor Roll Com- 

The reports of the Secretary and Treasurer 
were read and accepted and a moment of silent 
prayer was observed for Lasell girls whose 
deaths were reported at this meeting. 

Flowers were sent to Jessie W. Hayden, '82- 
'85, who is ill, and at the present time, at Mrs. 
McKean's Nursing Home in South Glaston- 
bury, Conn., and to Susan Hallock Couch, '86- 
'88, who is also a "shut-in." Letters were read 
by the secretary from Bertha Hayden King, 

'03, Susan Hallock Couch, '86-'88, Janice 
Remig and Mary E. Brooks, who are students 
at Lasell, Priscilla Alden Wolfe, '19, President 
of the Lasell Alumnae, Inc. ; Helen Perry, 
'24, Assistant Treasurer of Lasell Alumnae, 
Inc. ; Barbara Stover, '33, President of the 
Eastern Maine Lasell Club ; Dorothy Cook 
Reynal, '25, President of the New York Lasell 
Club and from the New York Vice-President, 
Ruth Hopkins Spooner, '23. Grace Conklin 
Bevin, '84-'85, a copy of which appears else- 
where in the Leaves. 

Those attending the luncheon and meeting 
were: Lillie R. Potter, '80, Helen Johnson 
Olow, '21, Sarah Dyer Darling, 'OO-'Ol, Helen 
M. Saunders, '17, Maebelle Hamlin Barby, '15- 
'16, Susan E. Tiffany, '15, Bessie Brainard 
Schmadeke, '96-'97, Eva Robertson, '03-'04, 
Barbara L. Stanley, '32, Mary Korper Steele, 
'29, Emma White Welles, '90-'93, Una Storrs 
Riddle, '17-'18, Maude Hayden Keeney, '16, 
Helen Burwell,'33, Barbara Hinckley, '34, Flor- 
ence Skinner Anderson, '13-'14, Fanny L. Mac- 
Kenzie, '03-'O4, Lillian G. Grant, '20, Leota 
M. Fulton, '19-'20, Miss Eleanore Eichmann, 
Alice Burr Williams, '93, Helen M. Wahlquist, 
'25, Maude Wilcox, '24, Helen Shew Schofield, 
'26-'27, Alice Grimes Griffin, '20, Mrs. Donald 
Griffin, Dorothy Merwin Brown, '23, Harriette 
Case Bidwell, '22, Julia C. Case, '32, Grace 
Warner Strickland, '21, Frances B. Dilling- 
ham, '82-'87, Miss Doris Shapleigh, Marion 
Austin Hakewessell, '21 -'22, Cornelia Heming- 
way Killam, '22, Phyllis Stuart, '35, Mary 
Phipps Fulton, '21, Mary Goodwin Olmsted, 
'03, Mary Jane Selby, '35, Gladys Strople 
Winger, '19-'20, Elizabeth Hanmer, '30, Caro- 
lyn Colton Avery, '23, Mary Godard Hadley, 
'21-'23, Dorothy Trask, '30, Marian Griffin 
Wolcott, '16, Helen Merriam Cornell, '03-'04, 
Jennie Johnson Brewster, '06-'07, Jean Ayr 
Baker, '29, Katharine Peck, '35, Blanche Ains- 
worth, '29-'30, Freda Griffin Leining, '20, and 
Mrs. Alice Hillard Corbin, a former member 
of Lasell's faculty. 

Respectfully submitted, 
Lillian G. Grant, '20, Secretary. 



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Secretary of War ! That is a formidable title 
which conveys a false impression. The word 
"war" not only suggests flags, patriotism and 
marching troops, but there is an ominous fore- 
boding in its very sound. It is a word asso- 
ciated with hate, panic, grim destruction, death. 
The title, Secretary of War, is an unfortunate 
nomenclature for a member of the Cabinet. 
Moreover, it is incorrect ; for the position it 
designates is essentially one of defense, not of 
offensive warfare as it implies. One would 
almost conclude from this erroneous title that 
the Secretary of War sits in his office at Wash- 
ington and arranges a battle every now and 
then to keep himself busy. This conclusion is 
no more ridiculous that the appellation, Secre- 
tary of War. Since the title has a bad psycho- 
logical effect, why do not all the women's clubs 
and other enlightened bodies converge on 
Washington with a plea to change the name 
to Secretary of Defense? 

Adelaide Bull, '36. 


Beware! It is a scientific fact that Death 
does ride at forty. This was the topic of an 
article in one of the widely read magazines a 
few weeks ago. It has been proved that the 
chances of death as a result of an automobile 
accident when one of the cars is going more 
than forty miles per hour are increased al- 
most a hundred per cent. 

Few young people who have never been re- 
sponsible for accidents, or who have never wit- 
nessed a bad accident, realize the danger of 
driving too fast. In their youth they ignore 
precautions which more experienced people 
take. The author of the article in question 
goes so far as to say that an accident is good 

for every young person to have, especially 
when he first starts driving. One accident, 
not serious, may save him from future acci- 
dents which would cause loss of lives and 

Think — yes, once in a while sit down and 
think over all the gruesome stories you have 
ever read about accidents. Perhaps if you 
have time, you would realize the suffering 
you may some day cause by careless driving. 

Tire blowouts, poor brakes, no control of 
the steering wheel, all of these cause accidents ; 
the faster the car is going, the worse the 
smash. "Death Rides at Forty." 

Meredith Tillotson, '37. 


Is .civilization progressing? Well, you say, 
pointing to our streamlined automobiles, trains 
and bath-tubs, our "wonderful" poisonous 
gases, see for yourself. I see, but I disagree 
as to its being civilization. Does civilization 
depend upon how fast we go, how many times 
a day we take a bath, and how many people 
per second can be killed with a certain vapor? 

Winston defines civilization as "a state of 
being refined in manners and improved in arts 
and letters ; culture ; refinement." 

How much culture and refinement is pre- 
sented in a new car guaranteed to reach the 
speed of one hundred and ten miles per hour? 
How much in a poisonous gas which can ut- 
terly destroy all life wherever it penetrates? 

Why can't we slow our pace, and take time 
to live graciously? The Greeks did. Why 
can't we take time to relax and think, instead 
of always searching for a way to make more 
and better mousetraps than does our neighbor? 

Francis Woodruff, '37. 




The modern home simplifies household tasks, 
and creates new standards of comfort and 
beauty. It is not, however, merely the newly 
built houses that may have the latest equip- 
ment, for remodeling is being done frequently 
and inexpensively. 

For instance, have you ever thought of re- 
moving mouldings and adding straight blocked 
surfaces? Imagine a living-room with dead 
white walls interrupted by red damask draper- 
ies that fall to the floor. Picture also a chair 
covered with a silk matching the color of the 
draperies. Repeat the white by the effective 
use of bright white lamps. 

Another modern idea is to have old wood 
walls in the living-room. Of course, such a 
room must have a fireplace. Many people are 
using Seth Thomas clocks, which add indi- 
viduality to any home. They are clever and 
bright — yet keep company with most conserva- 
tive and dignified home furnishings. 

In the dining room, the latest thing is linen 

Would not every woman enjoy a kitchen 
where all she had to do would be to turn a 
switch, and watch her silent electric servants 
beat eggs, squeeze orange juice, wash dishes, 
or mix batter? Such a room— cool, colorful, 
comfortable — would certainly be the kitchen of 
your dreams. 

One very effective color scheme for a bed- 
room is to decorate it in a combination of red, 
white, and blue. This may be worked out with 
good taste and with perfect harmony. Color- 
ful taffeta draperies would be just the thing. 
In another room, try a pencil stripe wall paper. 
Cedar chests are impressive and decorative. 

Of course, the house must be heated by an 
oil burner, or better still, a gas furnace, and 
an air-conditioned system is perfection. 

It is ultra-modern to have a game room 
where anyone from Baby to Grandmother may 
enjoy whatever recreation pleases most. 

What a lucky age we live in, with all the 
modern inventions for the convenience and joy 
of the household ! 

Marjorie Andrews, '36. 


(The inexpensive house of the future) 

"Just wrap up a couple of bedrooms, din- 
ing room, parlor, and kitchen." Thus speaks 
the future home builder who dropped in at a 
factory to pick out a few "units" for his new 
house. Although he cannot literally carry them 
home in his arms, they will be shipped to the 
desired site, where the parts will be fitted to- 
gether, and the house ready for occupancy 
within a few weeks. It might be supposed 
that this mass production of houses would pro- 
duce a monotonous similarity readily noted in 
a series of houses. But such is not the case. 
On the contrary, the flexibility of the system 
allows for a great variety in design and con- 
struction, as has been proved by experiments 
carried on throughout the country. 

One of the first examples of the prefabri- 
cated house is the Wyatt Clinic and Research 
Laboratories Building in Tucson, Arizona. In 
an effort to get away from the traditional 
masonry, wood, and plaster buildings of the 
desert, the architects investigated the possi- 
bilities of prefabrication. Although many diffi- 
culties presented themselves, such as its isola- 
tion from manufacturing centers, the unsuit- 
ability of the plan of the building to the unit 
system, and the absence of local mechanics, ' 
an attractive, modern building, largely pre- 
fabricated, was erected in the middle of the 
desert. Its success, practically and economic- 


ally, will be determined only after it has stood 
the test of time. 

Four outstanding experimental schemes have 
been instituted in various parts of the country. 
The first, the Experimental House in Nela 
Park, Cleveland, is built around a base unit, 
No. 1, which provides a living room, dining 
room, kitchen, utility room, and a half-base- 
ment (with provision for further excavating). 
The other units provide from one to five bed- 
rooms, one to three baths, and storage room, 
according to the number of rooms desired. The 
only prefabricated unit in the two and four- 
family houses in Mount Vernon, New York, 
is the panel bathroom. 

The demonstration houses in Bethesda, a 
suburb of Washington, show the speed made 
possible by this system of building. The steel 
frames were erected by five men in one day. 
Standardized units now made by mass produc- 
tion basis were used throughout, and the two 
six-room houses were completed and ready for 
occupancy in four weeks. The price for each 
house was set at $6,950, and both were sold 

The fourth experiment, the motohomes in 
White Plains, New York, offers houses in the 
proper landscape setting, which characterizes 
the better homes of today. These clearly show 
the possibility of attractive designs with a great 
variety in general appearance. 

Prefabrication will not only simplify house 
building, but it will place attractive homes 
within the reach of many people, just as low- 
priced cars have put automobiles within their 
reach. It may be that the cry for air-flow, 
streamlined sedans will be surpassed by the 
clamor for flat-roofed, air-conditioned, factory- 
made dwellings. While rich people will con- 
tinue to build unique mansions on grand es- 
tates, and people with definite tastes will plan 
houses to suit their individuality, nevertheless 
the mass of humanity, and especially the poor 
people will find the new schemes of house 
building a godsend. 

Deborah York, '36. 


We find him standing by a spring 
A hairy, low-browed, ugly thing; 
With stone and club in either hand 
Guarding his treasured hunting land. 
The ages pass — he learns to make 
A fire with which to boil and bake; 
With arduous toil and pain and sweat 
He doth a pot and oven get 
From out a rock where he hath hewn. 
And now from bone he makes a spoon. 
With lusty strength and grunt and groan 
Against the cliff, with stone on stone 
A hut he fashions, rude and rough — 
And when assured 'tis strong enough 
The beasts and reptiles to withstand, 
And onslaughts from a foeman band — 
With chatter, argument and din 
Now doth he move his family in: — 
His cave forgotten: see him strut 
With boastful pride before his hut ! 
Thus from his crude and lowly plan 
Hath sprung the home of modern man. 
From water-hole and fireplace 
The modern mansion we can trace. 

A stone lashed firmly to a stick 
With thong of hide both tough and thick, 
Hath been his weapon, time unknown, 
With which to crash through skin and bone 
Of mighty beasts that barred his path, 
And stirred his early pristine wrath. 
He learned to hurl his weapon true 
To check a charge ere it came through 
With sweeping, maddened, onward rush, 
His sinews and his bones to crush. 
One day his stone flew from its haft 
And with a strange unerring craft 
Sped forth, and with resounding thuck 
Struck down a startled, racing buck, 
Amazed and wondering there he stood 
In thoughtful pose and pensive mood; 
The broken thongs then up he takes, 
And soon the modern sling he makes 
With which young David, bare of face, 
Did later save God's cherished race. 
To pole he lashes trusty blade; 
Behold a spear now he hath made 
Which he may hurl with steady aim 
At charging foe or passing game. 
Anon the ashen branch he takes, 
And with a thong a bow he makes. 
Behold ! Upon the morning air 
A flashing shaft is gleaming there. 



The catapult, the shot and shell 
His progress through the ages tell; 
Till all the world is torn with strife 
Wherever man — there war is rife. 

And father taught succeeding son 
The art of war as ages run; 
For well he knew when unprepared 
The fate that other nations shared. 
Alas, shall man his warring cease 
And follow well the Prince of Peace? 


We find him now with all his years, 
A prey to constant doubts and fears; 
Though intellect has oped the gate 
Still chained securely to his Fate 
On guard he stands, with anxious face, 
O'er water-hole and fireplace! 

Marian Burke, '36. 

Editor Lasell Leaves 

Editor Lasell News 



A flurry of feathery snowflakes filled the 
January air, and obstructed the view of a little 
old lady sitting at the window waiting and 
watching for her son. It had been like this 
on that January of eleven years ago when Dr. 
Morgan performed his first operation on the 
cancer which slowly spread itself over the soft 
flesh of her right arm. She couldn't live, the 
doctor said, but she did — for her boy, David. 
He needed her. Then Nathan, her husband, 
had passed away a year later, leaving her alone 
with her love for her son — and her incurable 
disease. David was eleven at the time. 

A supreme bond of love grew between them. 
Again Dr. Morgan operated, and repeated his 
warning. Again she lived. The small sum 
of insurance money trickled away with amaz- 
ing ease and rapidity. She must find work, 
for it was imperative that David continue his 
studies. In a small office she received employ- 
ment filing records. Her good fortune lasted 
not for long, as . the infection spread relent- 
lessly, necessitating the amputation of her arm. 
It had been painful, terribly painful. But what 
was physical pain? 

David attended high school by day, worked 
in the afternoon, and studied at night. He was 
valedictorian of his class, and his photograph 
had been on the front page, placed under a 
headline reading: "David Christopher Chosen 
Valedictorian." How proud she had been, even 
though the newspaper was only the Greendale 
Recorder. By skimping she was able to send 
David to commercial school at night, where he 
had become an outstanding student. Studying 
and afternoon work at the corner store kept 
him busy, but he never failed to care for her 
tenderly, endeavoring to fulfill her every wish 
and need. In six months he would graduate! 
Dr. Morgan had told her she couldn't possibly 
live more than three or perhaps four at the 
most. The strain under which she labored 


had taken its toll, leaving her heart so weak 
that the least excitement would be fatal. But 
she had to live through those six months — and 
she would. 

When the clock on the town hall steeple 
struck six, it reminded her that David would 
come any moment now. Hastily she raised her 
left hand to her silvery hair, patted it into 
place, and looked expectantly toward the door 
which he soon opened. 

"Hello, Mother, dear! How goes it today?" 
he inquired, crossing the room to receive her 

"Just fine, son. The work at the store, it's 
coming along well?" 

"Of course, Mother." 

Together they went into the dining-room- 
kitchen alcove to prepare supper, and then they 
talked until David left for commercial school. 
After this, she busied herself about the kitchen 
until the time came for her to retire. In an 
hour or so she heard the latch click, and a con- 
tented sigh escaped her. 

So January passed. Then February, and 
March. Still she kept her spark of life burn- 
ing, fired by the love for her son. Spring came, 
resplendent in its greenness and new life, im- 
parting to her a strength such as she had never 

During the first days of May she scattered 
a few forget-me-not seeds in the tiny box out- 
side her window. As she watched- the little 
seedlings burst forth, she had a strange pre- 
monition that the blossoming of these plants 
would occur at the same time as her death. 
The intuition seemed astoundingly real, almost 
uncanny in its inevitableness. She tried to rid 
herself of the thought, but it clung to her un- 

In June she found herself filled with pride 
at David's accomplishment, for she had re- 
ceived two letters from the head of the school. 
One was a special invitation to the graduation 
exercises; the other praised her son, and paid 
homage to his mother. These she placed care- 
! fully in her "box of memories" which she was 
keeping for David. Again the strange feeling 

came over her, frightening her with its real- 
ness. She glanced at the window box and 
found a bumpy green cluster — unmistakably 
buds ! Today was Monday, and tomorrow 
David would graduate. 

That night after supper they talked longer 
than usual, as if both were aware that it might 
be their last time together. 

When she awoke the next morning, the sun 
was streaming in her window, and the trill of 
a songsparrow drifted in to her. Today David 
was to graduate ! 

The morning whisked by, and after the noon- 
day meal, she prepared herself for the gradua- 
tion exercises. They made a lovely picture as 
they entered the hall — a little old lady, with an 
empty sleeve hanging loosely at her side, and 
eyes shining with love and pride, walking be- 
side her son, whose look revealed deep affec- 
tion for his mother. President Howard came 
to meet them, and complimented both mother 
and son. Then David left her to be escorted 
by the President to a special seat in the front 
of the hall. Eagerly she listened to each speech, 
missing not a word. 

Was she hearing correctly? Why she must 
be! The President was saying, "To the out- 
standing young man of the class, the G. E. Hall 
Company of New York is offering the position 
of manager of the local area. David Chris- 
topher has been selected to fill the position, 
which is a great honor." 

A roar of applause echoed through the room. 
The President continued, "I take this oppor- 
tunity to congratulate David Christopher for 
his achievement, and I wish to congratulate 
his mother, one of the finest mothers I have 
ever known." 

After the exercises there was a round of 
hand shaking and "Congratulations to you 
both !" 

The two welcomed the restful atmosphere of 
their small home a few hours later, and their 
feeling was so intense that the words simply 
would not come. 

Finally she said, "David, please come hold 



the flashlight for me while I sprinkle the win- 
dow box. This air is so drying." 

"Yes, Mother." 

When the beam of light played upon the 
plants, she noticed that the small cluster of 
buds held a tinge of blue. For a moment she 
hesitated, just long enough to regain control 
of herself. Hurriedly she dashed the water 
over the green leaves and the cluster of buds. 

Turning to David she said, "My son, I am 
proud of you." 

She smiled beautifully, tenderly kissed him 
goodnight, and went to her room. 

The next morning a glorious sun like that 
of yesterday shone upon the single blossom of 
a blue forget-me-not glistening with a trans- 
parent bubble of dew in the tiny box outside 
her window. Perhaps someone already knew 
what had happened, and in sorrow had shed a 

Mary Holt, '36. 


Dr. Pattenden, plump and red-faced at the 
best of times, was scarlet now; his cheeks 
looked as though they might burst. He lunged 
up and down the corridor; he muttered under 
his breath or expostulated with the empty air. 
As I puttered around the trays in the kitchen, 
I listened avidly. "Damn the man ! Half an 
hour waiting for him! Half an hour! He's 
the only one who can — ! And the woman'll 
die!" The swinging doors at the end of the 
ward opened. Tall, jovial Dr. Baer cannon- 
aded in. 

"Sam, Sam!" he beckoned violently to Dr. 
Pattenden, "come down here. I have to talk." 
The two men stood there, Pattenden as puffy 
and red as a turkey cock, the other rather pale 
and talking earnestly as he wiped his face with 
an almost continuous motion on a handkerchief 
that trembled visibly in his grasp. An opera- 
tion was already half an hour late, and Dr. 
Braidlaw had not appeared. Feverishly the two 
debated the delayed operation, the woman's 
chances, Dr. Braidlaw's probable whereabouts. 

Neither doctor was willing to take his place, 
and efforts to reach the other surgeon had 

Minutes passed with Baer and Pattenden 
more and more on edge. They paced up to the 
nurses' station, Baer's long strides going two 
to the dozen of Pattenden's little steps. Baer 
flung himself onto the nurse's stool, screwed 
up his face, and drummed on the wall, as he 
fairly draped himself about the phone. Pat- 
tenden cornered the head nurse, and in an agony 
of confidence began to tell her what he thought 
of famous surgeons in general and of Braid- 
law in particular. The air of something amiss 
communicated itself to nurses and patients. 
Here, a student nurse turning her head to 
watch the doctors, tripped over the dirty linen 
she was carrying. There, another nurse drib- 
bled cocomalt onto a patient's chin. The pa- 
tients tossed and turned. One had set up an 
incessant nagging cry of "Nurse! Nurse! 
Nurse !" when the jangle of the phone bell was 

Baer had the phone off its cradle before it 
had stopped ringing. A silence. Color flooded 
his face, his fingers quit their play on the wall. 
"Yes, yes, Braidlaw. My God, man, I said 
2:30, not 3:30. Yes, she's all ready. No," 
with a broad wink at Pattenden, "not too up- 


Georgianna Hankins, '38 


The occidental skies are crimsoned 
From the fiery forge of Sol; 
The clouds with red be-ribboned fringes 
Are tapestries on Heaven's wall. 

A dazzling beauty blinds the eye, 
A giant melting pot of glory 
Spills molten hues across the sky, — 
A restless, ever changing story. 

And in the eastern indigo 
Where dusk is slowly winning, 
A cool bright star is hanging low 
To herald night's beginning. 

Adelaide Bull, '36. 




EUROPE 1936 

We have tried to reach as many old girls as 
possible through the Register of Graduates, 
but there may be some Ex's and graduates too, 
to whom we have not sent circulars, but who 
would be interested in going to Europe this 
year. We extend a very cordial invitation not 
only to all Lasell girls, past and present, but 
also to their friends and relations who may not 
have had the privilege of coming to our school. 

The Bureau of University Travel under 
whose excellent management we travel have 
cut their prices as low as possible in order that 
every one who would like to go to Europe this 
year may really do so. Our Brief Tour has 
been planned for those who wish to economize 
as to time and money, but who want to get in 
all the high spots. The Grand Tour is for 
those who have more time and money to spend, 
and who would feel as some do that Spain of 
all western countries has preserved the real art 
of living, and therefore a brief sojourn in that 
country is an important part of one's cultural 
development. This is especially true for those 
of us who are living in the Western Hemis- 
phere. In Spain, east and west seem not only 
to meet but to merge. If you should like to 
know anything further about our trips, or if 
you would like a circular and are amongst those 
who did not receive one, please write Miss 
Constance Blackstock, Lasell Junior College, 
Auburndale, Mass. Information will be gladly 
furnished. Don't miss the bargain in Euro- 
pean travel for 1936! 



Impressions of the annual European trip of 
1935 are vividly presented in the following ex- 
cerpts from Frances Findlay's diary. 

"England is marvelous ! A few impressions 
— brilliant window curtains, houses that belong 
in picture books, having thatched roofs, flow- 
ers in every dooryard, tidiness everywhere, 
rolling fields hedged greenly in even squares 
like Alice's checkerboard; narrow, winding 
roads, glorious scarlet wild poppies and this- 
tles blooming harmoniously side by side ; neat 
patches of wood abruptly becoming fields 
again ; tiny yellow flowers and moss growing 
on rooftops between ancient shingles, chimney 
pots everywhere. 

"Kennilworth Castle was even more fascinat- 
ing than I had hoped for, and such an easy 
place for one's imagination to run just as well 
as one's feet. 



"Our next port of call was Oxford, which 
really didn't live up to my expectations. 

"Westminster Abbey itself is most impos- 
ing; I liked the outside better than the in, 
which was too cluttered up with monuments 
along the nave. The Poets' Corner did give 
one a thrill, though — so many famous people 
all together. 

"The Changing of the Guard at Buckingham 
Palace to our surprise takes more than an hour, 
as the guards at St. James must also be re- 
lieved. It was a wonderful bit of pageantry, 
and we were glad to have seen the bear-hatted, 
red-coated soldiers stalk up and down, clicking 
heels, swinging arms, and looking neither right 
nor left. 

"Our first glimpse of Santiago di Campes- 
tella was of the towers climbing high above the 
hills. The town itself was comparatively clean, 
very Spanish and picturesque, with tiny, nar- 
row, angular streets, women carrying baskets 
on their heads. The chief interest was of 
course the great "pilgrimage" cathedral of San- 
tiago, which rears its great baroque towers 
above a beautifully constructed Romanesque 
building of the twelfth century. 

"The trip to Sorrento was very serene. 
Vesuvius towered above us, smoking lazily, 
and the mountains of Capri and Sorrento 
slowly rose from the enveloping mists. The 
water was its usual heavenly blue, and so clear 
you could see the bottom in what was at least 
twenty feet of water. 

"The piazza of St. Peters in Rome is justly 
famous, with the long gently curving colon- 
nades and the beautiful twin fountains which 
play as high as the huge columns. 

"Orvieto stands on what appears a sheer 
cliff rising straight from a valley. It's a fas- 
cinating medieval town, still unspoiled, except 
by electric lights, and full of narrow unex- 
pected streets. 

"The Uffizzi Gallery in Florence — I can well 
see how it is the most famous gallery in the 
world ! 

"The Cathedral at Milan is a remarkable and 
unique example of French Gothic in Italy, 
built entirely of marble. From below the build- 
ing, with its jumbled maze of spires, looks like 
a huge white cake haphazardly frosted. 

"The International Exposition, held in Brus- 
sels, was excellent. All the buildings except 
the Flemish village were of modern design. 
Everything was colorful, — the flowers, the flags, 
and people forming a pleasant contrast to the 
monotones of the buildings. 

"Paris is a marvelous city; I can't see how 
anyone could be disappointed in it. 

"At the Louvre, of course the Winged Vic- 
tory impressed me the most; it's well-placed 
on a ship's prow at the top of a long flight of 
stairs. One feels as if she were going to fly 
away instantly and take us along, too, to the 
very heights of Olympus. 

"The Palace of Versailles itself, its miles of 
ambling Renaissance, stone and brick, is im- 
pressive by its very immensity. The rooms 
are sumptuously decorated with a great deal 
of gilt and poor painting. But the gardens are 
marvelous — again the French excel in creating 
vistas. From the steps leading into the park 
one can see down past beds of bright neat flow- 
ers, past a long bit of grass between trees, 
down a canal to the horizon. All the way 
down one can see horizontal aisles which make 
green cathedral aisles." 

(Queenstown provided the last view of Eng- 
land) "The harbor is beautiful, very protected 
by low, rolling fields. The cathedral spire 
dominates the town, which lies low on the shore- 
line." (Finally, on the homeward voyage, 
Frances writes), "It doesn't seem as though 
we really are on our way home." 

Frances Findlay, '35. 




All Aboard ! How well I remember the 
thrill when the chocolate-colored man in a 
stiff white coat hopped aboard the train as it 
pulled out of Nacogdoches, Texas, for New 
York one brisk September morning. 

This trip across the continent, followed by 
two weeks in New York were thrilling at the 
time, but were temporarily forgotten when I 
heard the stewards on the ocean liner shout, 
"All ashore that's going ashore !" I was now 
occupied watching passengers scramble around 
on the decks of the S. S. Olympic, the English 
ship on which my mother, my two sisters, 
Anna Mary and Tosca, and I, sailed. There 
were several particularly interesting people on 
board, with whom I became acquainted. I 
first met Mr. Merkel, father of Una Merkel, 
the screen comedienne. After listening to him 
tell about Una's life as an actress, I almost 
felt as if I knew her. Soon I met Lord Eldon 
and Lord Wanertree of London. Lord Wan- 
ertree was so interested in astrology that he 
had a companion with him to read horoscopes. 
The acquaintances who amused me most, how- 
ever, were the Maharajah of Rutlam, and a 
prince, who were returning to India. The Ma- 
harajah had been to America to take his polo 
team and horses, all at his own expense. Dur- 
ing the voyage he presented me with a letter 
on his perfumed stationery bearing his coat- 
of-arms. The Indian Prince, whose presence 
was marked with a stronger scent of perfume 
each day of the voyage, had thirteen wives at 
that time. Not realizing my sister was an 
American, he indicated that he did not like 
American girls' make-up, by rubbing his cheeks 
and lips vigorously, and wrinkling up his black 
nose. The Maharajah, the Prince, and their 
attendants wore their native dress throughout 
the voyage. It consisted of bulky white tur- 
bans, tunics coming to the knees, displaying 
extremely thin crooked legs wrapped in white. 

After spending two months in London, we 
left England, and went to France. In Paris 

we had the pleasant surprise of meeting the 
Maharajah of Rutlam and the Indian Prince 
again — in a perfume shop of course! 

After a scenic but breath-taking three-day 
automobile trip through the mountains, we ar- 
rived at Nice, on the Riviera. There my sister 
and I lived in a French school. There was a 
Russian girl, an Italian girl, an English girl 
and a Scotch girl living there ; but with the 
exception of the native French girls, my sister 
and I were the only girls there from the same 
country. Our only major objection to the 
beautiful modern white stucco building was the 
absence of screens, because swarms of flies in- 
fested every room. Perhaps France is ahead 
of America in the fashions, but America is 
more advanced in sanitation and domestic en- 
tertainment. To our regret the chief pastime 
at the French school was tiddledywinks. 

Jean Blount, Spec. 




{As Observed by Sophia Re gas When in 

So far as clothes are concerned in Greece, 
the newest Paris styles are appreciated more 
than the colorful native Greek dress which ap- 
peals to us. In the mountainous sections of the 
country, one may see the old costumes as worn 
by the shepherds and their families for every 
day. More modern clothes do not bother them, 
and their own are perhaps more adapted to 
their environment. 

But in the tiny towns and villages, the latest 
styles are followed with the same interest as 
is shown by American women. 

For many years the women of the provinces 
have worn scarves in place of hats, for protec- 
tion from the hot sun. In these localities a 
young girl does not hope to wear a hat until 
she marries, and her husband buys one for 
her. The average bride brings to her husband 
a dowry, besides all the articles she has made 
with her own hands from the days when she 



first thought of a "hope chest." In many cases 
this portion of the dowry may be a pile from 
the floor to the ceiling, consisting of hand em- 
broidered linen, beautifully colored heavy hand 
loomed blankets, yards of material for which 
the yarns have been spun and dyed by hand, 
and many other hand-made articles. 

Saints' days are observed usually as holi- 
days marked by many festivities. Everyone at- 
tends church in the gray dawn on important 
holidays. Later a lamb or young kid roasted 
on a spit over an open fire is the center of at- 
traction, around which a large party of family 
and friends prepare for the rest of the feast. 
Singing, and dancing the country dances lend 
much to the general gaiety. 

Wine and water, equally abundant, are the 
common beverages, while Turkish coffee is 
used for breakfast or after meals. The test of 
a good housewife is a well prepared demi-tasse 
of this heavy oriental coffee. 

In this modern age only in the little towns 
and villages are the customs and traditions ob- 
served to any great extent, and they vary in 
different provinces as do the various dialects. 

Greece, though an ancient country, is dis- 
carding many of its old manners and customs, 
and is adopting western ideas of living. A 
great deal of its charm is being lost, and we 
wonder to what extent the Ford car, short 
skirts of a few years ago, and the more recent 
fad for brightly painted nails and lips have 
influenced this modern trend. 

Sophia Re gas, '37. 


I floated along on top of a cloud, 

And glanced at the city, a hurrying crowd. 

I drifted along out over the bay 

And looked at the tug-boats; then drifted away. 

I scurried along, along with my cloud, 

For a west wind was blowing and growling aloud. 

And he blew us right over, both cloudlet and me 
To China where even the children drink tea. 

Adelaide Bull, '36. 



I think that half the fun of seeing a good 
matinee is going backstage afterwards and 
meeting the star of the play. My first attempt 
at going backstage was at "Music in the Air," 
in which Tullio Carminatti played before he 
went to Hollywood. An usher told us how to 
get backstage, and we opened the door at the 
end of the alley and walked in. My friend and 
I didn't know we were supposed to wait out- 
side for the famous ones to come out. So we 
told the doorman that we wanted Mr. Car- 
minatti's autograph. The doorman put us out 
unceremoniously, but after the second time, he 
gave way and let us in to an anteroom. A 
few minutes later he told us we might go in 
and meet Mr. Carminatti. We had both been 
very brave up to this point, but the minute 
I set foot in his dressing room, I found myself 
tongue-tied. The expression on my friend's 
face showed that she was in a like predica- 
ment. Mr. Carminatti was very nice, and did 
most of the talking. He told us that he couldn't 
understand why they had given him a part in 
the play, because he wasn't an actor but a 
singer. His accent is genuine, and does not 
sound at all affected. He seemed really pleased 
that we had enjoyed the performance so much; 
and after signing our programs, he ushered us 
out. A few minutes later we heard him sing- 
ing the hit number from the show. 

Last winter I went to see Eva LeGallienne 
in "L'Aiglon" with another friend of mine. 
Upon reading the program we discovered that 
a friend of ours was the assistant stage man- 
ager. We immediately dispatched a note back- 
stage, and received word to come back after 
the performance. We arrived as mute testi- 
monials to Miss LeGallienne's powerful acting, 
for we had both wept through the entire last 
scene. I had expected that Miss LeGallienne 
would be resting in her dressing room after 
such an emotional scene, but she was standing 
in the doorway clad in a purple and white 



dressing gown. Purple and white were L'Aig- 
lon's colors. She is rather short, about five 
feet three, and speaks in a low, husky voice. 
Her hair was cut rather short, in keeping with 
the part she played. She showed us the elab- 
orate cradle used in the last act, and told us 
that it was a perfect replica of the cradle used 
by L'Aiglon. It was a huge affair painted 
gold, and surmounted by the great Austrian 
eagle. After she left us to speak to some other 
people, Miss LeGallienne's maid, Dorothy, told 
us that the play was influencing the colors and 
style of her clothes to a great extent. 

Last summer a summer theater was started 
a mile from our house. I knew the people 
who owned the barn which was to be the thea- 
ter, and so I went over to see it. In fact I 
went over to "see" it three times in as many 
days. Finally the director, Edward Raquello, 
who is also an actor, said he would give me 
a job. I became assistant carpenter and scen- 
ery painter. The head carpenter, who had 
worked with her, used to tell me about Joan 
Lowell, author of "The Cradle of the Deep," 
who became one of the best stage managers in 
the business. There were two women stars at 
the theater — Wendy Atkin, who is now re- 
hearsing in New York, and Katherine Warren. 
The first time that I met Katherine Warren, 
she was suffering from laryngitis. All I could 
see was a lot of polo coat and scrap of dark 
red hair. A few days later, however, she asked 
me to cue her. I think we got about one page 
done, and then we sat and talked an hour. 

She said that friends made during the run 
of a play are like shipboard acquaintances : You 
might not see them for several years, and then 
suddenly meet them in another show. Ever 
since she saw Walter Hampden in Cyrano de 
Bergerac when she was twelve, she has been 
determined to play the part of Roxanne op- 
posite him. Two years ago she actually did. 
This year she is again playing the part on tour 
with Mr. Hampden. 

Ada Epstein, '37. 


Dear Reader, you read advertisements be- 
cause the man behind them knows you better 
than you know yourself. He, wise man, per- 
haps because he was propelled forcibly through 
a course of psychology in college, has learned 
that certain things influence you unaware, af- 
fect your thought and action. Those aspects 
of yourself most vulnerable to advertising are 
your material love; your curiosity; your de- 
sire for independence ; the spirit of rivalry ; de- 
light in display ; romantic tendencies, and even 
your pugnacious impulses. These "urges," as 
the psychologists term them, are what attract 
you to commercial announcements. You don't 
agree ? Then read on ! 

Those pictures of darling babies and spick- 
and-span little girls do not adorn page after 
page because their originators thought they 
would cause other little kiddies to ask their 
parents to buy from those nice men. No, in- 
deed, they are intended for you, for your moth- 
erly love is easily aroused by such touching 
means. It matters little whether it is a baby 
in his mother's arms (both with Ivory com- 
plexions), or a small "mother's helper" seek- 
ing information on tattle-tale grey, or a boy 
winning a bicycle race because he eats Ralston 
— the effect on your sentimental self is the 
same. The main point is, you will notice the 
child, wonder what he is advertising, and look 
to find out. 

Curiosity is another motive for reading ad- 
vertisements. What was the missing soup in 
that Campbell Soup display? Didn't you stop 
to figure it out when you saw a space in the 
piled-up shelves of tomato, mulligatawny, and 
vegetable? That barbarous young woman who 
enjoys her chicken bones and celery stalks in 
so refreshing a manner, with the whole-hearted 
approval of her unconventional dentist has at- 
tracted your jaded attention several times re- 
cently, too. Both of these advertisements are 
aimed at your insatiable curiosity. Questions 



in large black print serve the same purpose, 
while the authors of "Watch this space" pro- 
clamations can justly applaud your eagerness 
to obey them. 

The independence which forces you to learn 
for your own satisfaction the meaning of strik- 
ing advertisements takes a different form in 
your desire for financial safety. 'T earned four 
dollars in half an hour" ; "Join the Girls' Club 
and supply your little extras," and similar 
declarations appeal tremendously to those who 
would like to believe them. Life insurance com- 
panies in their advertising direct their energies 
to stressing the future benefit secured through 
them, and thus produce a comfortable picture 
of self-reliance. 

As a means of acquiring independence, com- 
petition is a strong factor and in other fields 
besides those of finances. The cosmetics, with 
their assurance, included in every box, of com- 
plete demolition of all rivals attract no nobler 
sentiment than an earnest desire to excel your 
rivals in beauty. This being your main ob- 
ject in life, of course, as you will willingly ad- 
mit, your spirit of rivalry is early considered 
an extremely important characteristic to be 
used. Aside from the acquisition of good looks, 
other aspects of your social life are touched 
upon. As — "Serve this ham for dinner and 
make the men look at you admiringly, while 
their wives realize you have scored another 
triumph." Because you want to prove your 
superiority you eagerly search for new ways 
of maintaining or securing your supremacy, 
although you know you are quite free from 
such low motives in perusing those alluring 

Now your pride will be hurt still further! 
You do not cast envious eyes on gleaming sil- 
ver or fragile china because you want these 
lovely things for their own sake, but because 
you want to flaunt them before your friends. 
Of course, your love of beauty does have some 
share in this, but your love of display has a 
greater. The desirability of a possession is 
greatly increased if it seems superior to that 

of your companions ! Why do you buy the 
latest model of automobile when your old one 
has been in your garage only a year? For 
several practical reasons, you assure yourself, 
but in the back of your mind is the pleasant 
knowledge that your neighbor's car will look 
positively decrepit next to your new one. Yes, 
whether you admit it or not, the "urge to dis- 
play" has a prominent place in our twists and 
quirks, as the advertiser is well aware. 

Have you ever noticed those ugly pictures 
of men with bulging muscles, illustrating long 
columns of fine print? As you glanced dis- 
dainfully down the page, did you wonder 
whether anyone really read it? Wrack your 
overworked brains no more, for you are here- 
upon informed that many a man is led, not 
by his nose, but by his good old fighting spirit, 
in that direction. A mighty Hercules is far 
too enviable to be spurned by any arm chair 
athlete. In this class, also, are those classics 
calling upon small boys to "Eat Ralston and 
lick every kid in the block," or "Eat spinach 
and get muscles like Popeye's." Pugnacity is 
not neglected in the lengthy list of motives that 
urge one to read advertisements. 

Extremely different from these pugnacious 
impulses are the tender ones stimulated by 
numerous other creations. Those cosmetic and 
tobacco advertisements are always novel, some- 
times striking and usually romantic. Why, a 
superficial study of one of them is as good as 
a course in romance. All you need is a pack- 
age of Chesterfields or Luckies to have good- 
looking men flock around. And don't you rue- 
fully inspect your own dish-pan hands and 
wonder if anyone will ever whisper softly, 
"You have lovely hands" after you have 
learned about the powers of creams and hand 
lotions? This viewpoint, named the "mating 
urge" is deliberately fostered by many heart- 
less business men. 

Now ask your friends why they read adver- 
tisements, and astound them with this scienti- 
fically sound analysis ! 

Caro Stevenson, '36. 




In a quaint village in Rhode Island I dis- 
covered a house which to me is adorable. A 
low, white colonial house attracted my atten- 
tion as I turned the street corner. I went in 
and visited a while. Upon entering, I found 
myself in a small hall. On my right stood a 
small mahogany table with a calling-card tray 
on it, reflecting the soft gleam of the tiny lamp. 
Entering the living room, my eyes were struck 
by a very old oil painting of the owner's mother 
in an oval gold frame. Her hair, unlike that 
of most of the girls today, was straight and 
very simply combed. Her eyes were bright, 
and her whole face looked earnest, friendly, 
and appealing. 

Peeking through the door I saw various ob- 
jects of interest in the den. It was a very 
small room. On my right stood an old Gov- 
enor Winthrop desk, above which hung a 
Currier and Ives print representing a typical 
scene on a windy day — hoop-skirts blowing 
high ; men holding their tall hats ; and the um- 
brellas look ready to be torn out of the owner's 
hands by the next gust of wind. Over on 
the left, I saw the library. 

On one side of the door as I went out, I 
saw the family coat of arms, and on the other, 
a picture of the owner's cousin in military uni- 
form, above a letter of discharge from the 
United States Army. 

I was so occupied with looking at the con- 
tents of the house that I scarcely noted its con- 
struction. The doors had but two wide panels. 
They were fastened on by large hinges which 
covered about a third of the door. There were 
no door knobs, but old-fashioned latches. The 
ceilings were very low. 

I saw "pitcher row" in the kitchen, a dis- 
play of numerous pitchers in all sizes. Each 
was significant of some place where the hostess 
had visited with her husband. There is still 
an old coal range in the kitchen, but electric 
and oil stoves have been added. 

In the dining room the furniture was of 
beautiful mahogany, but not antique enough 

to ponder over. I did see, however, some very 
old samplers in a fine cross stitch. They were 
so carefully preserved that the colors were 
faded but little. 

I peeked into the guest room upstairs. On 
the cabinet stood an old blue and white pitcher, 
reminding me of the days before our modern 
running water system. Although there were 
electric lights in the room, candles were placed 
around, in keeping with the colonial atmos- 

What a beautiful quilt was at the foot of 
the bed ! The tiny stitches were very carefully 
hidden, and colors were bright and well 

I went downstairs, and out into the garden. 
A hedge of boxwood separated the lawn from 
the street. There was an informal niche by 
the stone wall separating the yard from the 
neighbor's. There I saw Jack in the Pulpit, 
mandrake, and tnllium. Coming nearer the 
center, I found on my right a bird bath built 
so that cats could not lurk in nearby trees or 
underbrush to prey on the birds. On my left 
was a horseshoe garden in which grew bleed- 
ing heart, May pink, and arbutus. In the 
center stood a large earthen jar filled with 
petunias. Bordering the path on the way to 
the rose garden were peonies and rhododen- 
drons. Leaving the yard, I noticed many lily- 
of-the-valley plants as well as myrtle and mint 
covering the ground. Swaying and nodding 
before the windows were snowdrop branches, 
not yet in bloom. 

Continuing on my journey I left the dwell- 
ing with a feeling of peace and contentment 
which I do not get in cities. 

Hildegarde Baxter, '36. 




(A New Department in the Leaves) 

Following the example of a current maga- 
zine, the LEAVES presents these digests of 
long articles, written by Lasell undergraduates 
on a wide variety of interesting topics. The 
original articles, prepared for classes in Eng- 
lish, are too long to print in full. But several 
digests will appear in each issue of the 



Serene and majestic on the banks of the blue 
Potomac rises the stately city of Washington, 
the fitting symbol of a great and powerful na- 

During its first century of existence, it has 
become one of the great capitals of the world. 
It is unique in its origin, being named after a 
nation's first leader, laid out according to his 
individual scheme, and beautified, in the main, 
according to his ideas of beauty. 

The selection of a site for a permanent capi- 
tal was a task which fell to the first Congress. 
It was only after a long and bitter contest that 
the North and South finally agreed to adopt 
an act which received executive approval on 
July 16, 1790, giving the president sole power 
to select a federal territory "not exceeding ten 
miles square on the river Potomac at some 
space between the mouths of the Eastern 
branch and the Conongocheague for the perma- 
nent seat of the government of the United 

Major Pierre Charles L'Enfant was selected 
by Washington and Jefferson to draw the plan 
of the new federal town. When Washington 
last beheld the city which bears his name, 
shortly before his death in 1799, it was merely 
a straggling settlement in the woods, almost 
wholly devoid of streets, with thirty residences, 

and an unfinished capitol, and a white house. 
Yet from L'Enfant to Roosevelt, usually by 
design and seldom by chance, the city grew 
through the years, with fidelity to its original 

When Madison took office in 1809, he found 
a pioneer town, without lights or police, al- 
though sidewalks appeared in broken stretches 
on Pennsylvania Avenue. He opened two pub- 
lic schools in the city. The number of mer- 
chants was increasing, and a glass factory ex- 
isted when Admiral Cockburn sailed up the 
Chesapeake Bay to leave his mark in ashes 
upon the Capitol and the White House. 

Congress voted to rebuild the city, and work 
on the new buildings was rushed, but the 
stately lines as designed by L'Enfant were sel- 
dom violated. 

In the days of John Quincy Adams, when 
elegance rubbed elbows with squalor, and slave 
huts stood in the shadow of new government 
structures, Washington had already begun to 
cast that charm over visitors which makes it 
today a permanent exposition city for the whole 
of America. Its powers were beginning to be 
felt overseas, and at the White House, recep- 
tions were given to envoys of foreign countries 
who had come over to make treaties. 

Four other public buildings represent the 
period before the Civil War as conspicuous 
monuments of dignity and good taste. These 
are: the Courthouse on Judiciary Square; the 
Patent Office and its opposite neighbor, the 
Post Office; and the Treasury. 

During the first half century, the Capitol be- 
came outgrown. President Fillmore was au- 
thorized, therefore, to select an architect to 
plan extensions to the original building. 
Thomas N. Walter, then leading architect in 
the United States, was called upon for this 
task. He wrought the Capitol Dome in a form 
so satisfactory that it has taken its place among 
the half dozen great domes of the world. 

When the Civil War came, the dome was 
just springing into shape. To President Lin- 
coln, it seemed the sign and symbol of the 



union of the States, and he commanded that 
work on it should not stop, but be carried on 
continuously throughout the struggle. All dur- 
ing the war, Washington was an armed camp, 
with churches and schoolhouses turned into 
hospitals, and a chain of earthwork forts en- 
circling the city. 

A lasting memorial to our first President is 
the Washington monument. On Independence 
Day, 1848, amid colorful ceremonies the 
cornerstone filled with historic documents was 
laid. But owing to lack of funds and the neces- 
sity of rebuilding the foundations, the monu- 
ment was not opened to the public until Octo- 
ber, 1888. There are eight windows at the 
504 shaft level from which one can view the 
entire District of Columbia, and several coun- 
ties of Maryland and Virginia. 

In more recent years the Lincoln Memorial 
was erected, an edifice of incomparable beauty 
which, as described by William Howard Taft 
in 1922, is "the culmination of the highest art 
of which America is capable." The colossal 
figure of Lincoln fills the memorial hall with an 
overwhelming sense of his presence, while the 
mural decorations of Jules Guerin, with their 
allegory, crown the whole sacred place. 

The United States Capitol, built on a hill 
which L'Enfant described as a "natural pedes- 
tal awaiting its monument," is a wonder-build- 
ing of the world. Others there are which are 
larger, taller, older, or more ornate, though 
not more beautiful or impressive to the eyes 
of an American. The bronze statue of free- 
dom typifying by its helmet and breastplate 
armed liberty weighs 15,000 pounds and is 
three and one-half times as tall as an average 

The library of Congress, across the street 
from the Capitol, is one of the world's great 
storehouses of knowledge. It has more than 
four million books and pamphlets, including 
nearly every book printed in America, and the 
most prized of foreign publications. 

Another government building of interest is 
the Patent Office, the official home of the De- 
partment of the Interior. The Pan-American 

Union nearby, of simple beauty and tropical 
atmosphere, also attracts many visitors. 

The magnificent Union Station was com- 
pleted in 1911 at the cost of several million 
dollars. Another important government build- 
ing is the newly completed majestic Supreme 
Court Building, which because of its perfect 
proportions and simple design, gives an im- 
pression of delicate poise rather than massive 

Such is the growth from L'Enfant to the 
present time. L'Enfant will never fade, be- 
cause the plan of the city itself is his memorial. 
Stand at the tomb of L'Enfant in Arlington, 
and look down a wide avenue, across the classic 
memorial bridge that spans the Potomac. There 
is the splendid city, its marble mansions shim- 
mering white against the green of countless 
trees — as, long ago, the Maya temples gleamed 
amid the green forests of Yucatan. There are 
no plaster palaces of ornate type, but abiding 
structures of grace and beauty, built so that 
Americans for hundred of years may use and 
admire them. 

Mary Nicholson, '37 
Edited by Audrey Smith, '36 


Musical instruments are as old as man's 
inventiveness. The earliest materials used — 
wood, metal, and the hide of animals, are still 
the most common for musical instruments. 
The sounds which form the musical material 
can be produced only by three classes of in- 
struments — wind instruments, stringed instru- 
ments, and instruments of percussion. Through 
the ages, instruments have exhibited the dis- 
tinctive characteristics of the various nations 
as to outward appearance and inner construc- 

Some prehistoric relics have been found in 
France, where instruments were made of rein- 
deer bones, and several eye teeth of a dog. 
The ancient Egyptians possessed various kinds 
of harps, some of which were elegantly shaped 



and tastefully ornamented. The frame of the 
harp had no front pillar. Therefore the ten- 
sion of the strings cannot have been anything 
as strong as the tension in our present harp. 

The "seba," a single flute, was of consider- 
able length, and the performer was obliged to 
extend his arms almost full length in order to 
reach the farthest finger-hole. "Seba" is also 
the Egyptian name of the leg bone, and it is 
supposed that the flute was originally made of 

The Assyrian harp was about four feet high, 
and appears much larger because of ornamental 
appendages affixed to the lower part of its 
frame. It was very light in weight, so that a 
dancer could carry it while dancing. It was 
not provided with a front pillar. Some of the 
strings were made of silk. 

Mr. Carl Engel says, "The largest assem- 
blage of Assyrian musicians ever pictured on 
any monument consists of eleven performers. 
The leader, as he marches alone at the head, 
is playing a harp. Behind him are two men, 
one with a dulcimer, and the other with a 
double pipe. Then came six men with harps, 
and one with a double-pipe, and another beat- 
ing a small hand drum covered only at the 

The Hebrews and their instruments are 
made known to us from Biblical records, but 
it is evident that they copied their instruments 
from the Egyptians and Assyrians. The He- 
brews had harps, a dulcimer, the lyre, the 
single pipe or flute, the double-pipe (pipes 
placed in a box with a mouthpiece for blow- 
ing), the syrinx or Pandean pipe meaning "or 
gan," the bagpipe (a wind chest with ten holes 
containing ten pipes). Each pipe was capable 
of giving ten different sounds. 

The Xylophone cannot be attributed exactly 
to the Greeks although it comes from two 
Greek words meaning wood and sound. It 
was first and still is used by primitive and half 
civilized tribes. A group of graduated slabs 
of wood are fastened together, and played by 
beating them with two beaters. It has a dry, 
hollow sound, but is very pleasing. 

Mr. Carl Engel says, "Through the Greeks 
and Romans we have the first authentic proof 
of musical instruments having been introduced 
into Europe from Asia. These peoples, how- 
ever, were not the only ones to afford such 
proof, because traces have been found of a 
peculiar double pipe of the Phoenicians known 
as the launedda. The Arabs introduced sev- 
eral of their instruments into Spain, whence 
France, Germany, and England became fami- 
liar. Moreover, the Crusades familiarized west- 
ern Europe with the musical instruments of 
the East." 

The Mexican Indians had small whistles of 
baked clay. Some are oddly shaped, represent- 
ing human faces and figures, birds, beasts, and 
flowers. Some had finger holes at the top, 
which, when closed, altered the pitch of the 
sound. Others had a little ball of baked clay 
lying loose inside. When the instrument was 
blown the current of air set the ball vibrating, 
causing a shrill and whirring sound. It was 
used for giving signals and musical entertain- 

Many ancient nations used the trumpet, 
primarily for war signals. The trumpet evol- 
ved from various primitive horns, notably the 
clarion. The trumpet was a short, straight, 
cylindrical tube with a cupped mouthpiece at 
one end and a bell at the other. After a time 
keys were added so that more notes could be 
produced. Different sized trumpets had to be 
used because not every note could be produced 
on one as it can today. 

The king of all musical instruments is the 
organ. We first hear mention of the organ in 
the Bible, but many countries had instruments 
that led to our present-day organ. In the be- 
ginning it was very small and movable, and 
known as the Portative Organ. When it be- 
came larger, a fixed position was necessary, 
and it was called Positifs. This is still a name 
given to one of the manuals of our organ to- 

The organ is thought to have originated with 
three early instruments: the Pan's pipes or 
syrinx, with the graduated series of ooen 



pipes ; the cheng, which is a row of reed pipes ; 
and the bagpipe, with its compressed air. The 
only thing missing was a keyboard. A key- 
board was added, but the keys were several 
inches wide, and had to be struck with the 
clenched fist. 

The horn is a very old instrument and was 
used in Egypt, Assyria, and India, though not 
well-known until about the seventeenth cen- 
tury. It must have been very old, because pri- 
mitive man could more easily blow through a 
horn or tusk than go to the bother of cutting 
a reed, or stretching a string. 

It was first made from elephant tusks, and 
was known as the "Oliphant." This horn was 
a long tube which went over the player's right 
arm. The bell projected over his left shoulder. 
As this form was inconvenient, the tube was 
changed until it wrapped around itself and be- 
came a great spiral coil with a large bell. 

Because it was a hunting horn in early years, 
the idea of using it in an orchestra was not 
readily received. But soon it was found to be 

Although the construction of instruments 
has greatly improved, many people think much 
has been lost. By being more and more per- 
fected, they have become too much alike in 
quality of sound. The old instruments, though 
imperfect, in many respects, possessed a great 
variety of tone. Also much has been lost in 
the beauty of appearance. None of ours can 
be compared with the beauty of the earlier in- 
struments. Modern skill has not added one 
new means of making music, but has simply 
improved the contrivances by which musical 
sound is produced. 

Miss Esther Singleton says, "What an ad- 
vance since the days of a consort of lutes or 
viols! What a development since the fifteenth 
century, when gentle ladies played the psalter- 
ion and flutes. If we compare pictures of 
orchestras about eight hundred years apart, 
we can realize the progress of music's ever- 
welling spring, which has flowed through the 
centuries until it has become an ocean." 
Sarah Given Davies, '37 . 
Edited by Deborah York, '36. 


One day a scientist, digging carefully with 
his trowel to clear away the ancient earth, un- 
covered the remains of a person who died ten 
thousand years ago. After the bones were ex- 
amined, it was found that the deceased had 
been a hunchback, whose deformity, without 
doubt, was caused by tuberculosis. Tubercu- 
losis is probably as old as man, for several of 
the mummies found in the tombs of Egypt 
showed clear signs of the disease. And there 
is mention of it as far back as written history 

Hippocrates, a Greek doctor, some four 
hundred years before Christ, named the 
disease "phthisis," which means "wasting." He 
described it accurately, but little was learned 
about it until two thousand years later, when 
it was found that tubercles are always con- 
nected with "phthisis." Another century and 
a half passed before Laennec, a young Flemish 
doctor, explained how tubercles form, and how 
they damage the body before there is any wast- 
ing of the body. 

Today we call the disease tuberculosis. 
Although there are no longer any plagues that 
once destroyed thousands of lives, tuberculosis 
has never given civilized man any peace. It 
is an infectious, communicable disease trans- 
mitted from person to person by means of 
tubercle bacilli contained in the sputum of in- 
fected patients, or in the breath expired dur- 
ing paroxysms of coughing. 

A startling fact is that tuberculosis is the 
largest universal disease known, being most 
prevalent in large cities and overcrowded dis- 
tricts. No race is exempt! After they were 
civilized the Indians became most susceptible, 
while the Negroes, Irish, and Jews are the least. 

Even animals do not escape this dread 
disease; wild ones being less susceptible than 
are domesticated. It is more prevalent in cat- 
tle, swine, and guinea pigs. The latter are 
always used for inoculations and experiments. 

Tuberculosis seldom strikes a sharp blow in 
the beginning, but just casts shadows before 
it. There are four common signs that give 



us a warning. They are tiredness, loss of 
weight, indigestion, and a lasting cough. By 
tiredness, or fatigue, I mean that which comes 
too easily or for no reason, bringing with it 
a lazy feeling. Poor appetite, indigestion, and 
loss of weight usually go together. When meals 
no longer appeal, it is usually because diges- 
tion is failing. Loss of weight invariably fol- 
lows indigestion, and so we have our warning 
signal. Another sign is a cough that clings for 
ten days or more, and is accompanied by a 
hoarseness, tickling of the throat, or the urge 
to clear the voice frequently. 

As long as the body does not lose its fighting 
power, even though one is infected, there is 
not much danger that tuberculosis will fasten 
on one. Then why is it that between the ages 
of fifteen and twenty-five this disease claims 
its greatest number of victims? Certainly 
young people obtain an adequate amount of 
fresh air and exercise. True, but during their 
teens and early twenties they tend to burn the 
candle at both ends. They study hard. Per- 
haps that does them no harm, but at the same 
time they use up much energy by playing too 
intensely in vigorous athletics and social activi- 
ties. They do not obtain sufficient rest and 
sleep, and often they grow careless about eat- 
ing. A cold weakens them. So do the sexual 
changes that take place. It is very important 
to remember that though only the tubercle 
bacillus can cause tuberculosis, nevertheless 
poverty, overwork, strain, dissipation, discour- 
agement, lack of fresh air and sunshine, de- 
fective teeth, overcrowded housing conditions, 
and similar burdens are great allies of the 

When the diagnosis of tuberculosis has been 
made, the patient must face the situation 
squarely, and faithfully follow instructions as 
to treatment. If the patient works with the 
doctor, and if tuberculosis is discovered in time, 
it can be cured! The cure will, however, re- 
quire time and patience. 

Years ago it was thought that certain cli- 
mates were favorable in aiding the cure of 
tuberculosis. Climate does help; not any par- 
ticular climate, but the climate most agreeable 

to the patient. If the air is invigorating and 
the sunshine pleasing, it is naturally much 
easier to take the cure out of doors. However, 
by careful study of the various sanatoriums, it 
was learned that the outdoor treatment of 
tuberculosis is successful in any climate of the 
United States. People who can afford to 
travel to a pleasant climate, where they can 
have all that is needed for the cure, may be 
wise in doing so. On the other had, if one is 
forced to give up good medical and nursing 
care, comfort and friends for the sake of cli- 
mate, it is a poor bargain. Many a person has 
lost his chance of becoming well by rushing 
to a far away place. Some even go to the woods 
and "rough it," not knowing that rest is far 
more important than air and exercise. 

Practically every country is now teaching its 
inhabitants that sputum, carelessly scattered 
about and then becoming dry, is the cause of 
the disease. This information is being carried 
out by means of an Educational Campaign. In 
many states there are such campaigns. There 
are also tuberculosis dispensaries. These states 
have laws which require a notification to the 
Board of Health of all cases of disease, isola- 
tion of dangerous consumptives, and the dis- 
infection and renovation of all premises which 
were occupied by the tubercular individual. 
The United States government has established 
sanatoriums for soldiers and sailors in Colorado 
and New Mexico. 

One of the first international steps in tuber- 
culosis control was in 1908, when the "Inter- 
national Congress of Tuberculosis" met in 
Washington. Also a National Tuberculosis 
Association has been formed, which supervises 
traveling exhibitions, special sanatoriums, and 

The most direct way for control is the isola- 
tion of advanced consumptives. Ninety per 
cent of the human race are infected at an early 
age, although a small number become tubercu- 
lar. Lastly, personal resistance and hygiene 
are necessary to combat tuberculosis. 

Louise Visel, '37 . 

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Last autumn, the rooms in the various houses 
were viewed by committees of judges, who de- 
cided on the most attractive room in each 
house. The judges consisted of teachers and 
certain students from the Art department. 

The following are more or less breezy 
sketches of the winners and their rooms. 

of brown and green printed percale. A green 
painted bookcase hangs between the two desks, 
an etching over each desk, and a green and 
tan print between the beds. The room is 
truly a restful place for study. 

Neither of the girls is willing to take credit 
for the idea, but say they had an equal share 
in the work. 

Margaret Pearl, '36. 

I caught her arm as she dashed down the 
corridor to the inevitable Senior Room. 

"May I see you for just a second?" 

"Yes, wait till I drop these books. . . . 
What do you want ?" 

Here she is, Jerry Fothergill, with a dispo- 
sition as bright as her room, which was ad- 
judged the most attractive in the Senior Con- 

To my flood of questions, Jerry was none 
too receptive. Her modesty was baffling. At 
last, however, I discovered that she loves 
plants (there's a roomful), that blue and yel- 
low are her favorite colors, that her favorite 
picture hangs over her desk — "Isabella and 
the Pot of Basil" — that she planned her room 
last summer, before school opened, with no 
thoughts of a Senior Contest. She has a pas- 
sion for decorating, and it only took a few 
days. No, she never studied interior deco- 
rating. And I'd better hurry up because she 
had to go to choir practice. 

"Well, thanks—." 

But she was gone ! 

Florence Keegan, '37 . 

The charming simplicity of Blanche Bourke's 
and Helen Condon's room in Carpenter was 
what won honorable mention in the "most at- 
tractive room" contest early last fall. 

Their room is only moderately large, and it 
is essential that the pieces of furniture balance 
one another. Few pictures and banners break 
the tan of the walls, for too many things on 
the walls would give a dizzy effect. Because 
of its northerly exposure, the room needs warm 
colors. Over the tan curtains at the windows 
hang gay chintz drapes, in which red is the 
predominating color. The monotony of tan 
in the bedspreads is prevented by a strip of the 
same colorful chintz, and a few well chosen 
pillows. Before the fireplace there is a white 
sheepskin rug, and near that a green leather 
seat, which bring out the bit of green in the 
drapes, and blends nicely with the light green 
of the big rug which covers the entire floor. 

Although inexpensively furnished, the room 
is very attractive. 

Marjorie Trott, '37 . 

The attractive room of Phyllis Gunn and 
Marjorie Stuart on third floor Gardner won 
honorable mention in the senior room contest 
last fall. Because of the green carpet on the 
floor, the girls thought it best to have green 
for the keynote of the color scheme. This was 
carried out in the plain green bedspreads, which 
Marjorie made. The windows are small and 
required short curtains which the girls made 

"Who did you say she was?" 

"Oh — Betty Ann Hewit — that attractive 

"Yes, and what did you say was so different 
about it, — her room, I mean?" 

"The room looked bright. I noticed the 
two flower pots and the curtain. That Mexi- 
can picture — I heard her say that she drew 
that herself, and used it as a center for her 
whole room. Those marigolds were pretty, 
but what I liked best was the fireplace — quite 
an idea to fill it with those bright red poppies. 
Guess she's fond of red, all right. Had on a 



red dress, didn't she? — at the open house. It 
might seem odd to you, but she says that all 
her life she's been surrounded with blue and 
pink, and that now she feels like a change." 

"Yes she does study art ; her hobby is cos- 
tume designing." 

"She certainly arranged her room all by her- 
self too. I'd say she deserved recognition for 
the most attractive room in Woodland." 

Two more lucky girls ! This time Catherine 
Lafhn and Bobbie Potter carry away the 
honors for the most attractive room in Bragdon. 
The girls not only selected the materials, but 
they made the spreads and matching overdrapes, 
along with multi-colored pillows to harmonize 
with the colored blocks on both. 

But the most interesting feature of the room 
is the collection of portraits which adorn the 
walls. Strange as it may seem, dogs and cats 
survey one another from across the room in 
an attitude of perfect tolerance. Scotties, if 
you please, on Catherine's side, and kittens, 
red bows and all, on Bobbie's. This collection 
of animals is a hobby with the girls. 

A charming room is made even more dis- 
tinctive by the personalities of its occupants. 

Florence Keegan, '37. 

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White Ladies by Francis Brett Young is a 
somewhat monotonous tale which carries one 
through the life of a young wife who, by her 
zeal, moulds her husband from an ignorant 
laborer in the brick fields of a simple English 
village, into an industrial captain. The story 
continues into the life of her granddaughter, 
whose love for her son and the ancestral home 
of her husband is a passion. 

The book gives one glimpses of the growth 
of a sleepy plant, and familiarizes one with the 
weaknesses and traditions of a family. The 
book is interesting, though dull in spots, owing 
perhaps to over emphasis on descriptions. 

Virginia Hausler, '36. 


Rusty mass of tiger lilies 
Growing in the grass; 
Azure iris, and one daisy 
In a hilly pass. 

Bright the sunlight of the morning 
On this summer day, 
Lazy breezes blow the perfume 
Of the new sheared hay. 

Can it be that life has ceased? 
Or perhaps has paused 
To give forth a benediction 
On the beauty Heaven caused? 

Ruth M. Buchanan, '37. 


Lloyd Douglas 

To understand human nature, and know 
what kind of advice will enable people to obtain 
the goal of happiness, is an art in itself, but 
to be able to put such moralizings into fiction 
is beyond that. 

In Green Light by that preacher-author, 
Lloyd Douglas, the problems of many starved 
souls are solved by the fictitious Dean Har- 
court, a physically helpless minister, whose 
power lies in his magnetic personality and ability 
to comprehend the troubles of others. He helps 
a young Dr. Paige, who gives up his medical 
career because of a serious accident for which 
he was not responsible, by introducing him to 



the daughter of the woman who so helplessly 
died while undergoing the operation that made 
him leave his work. Although Phyllis, the 
daughter, hates him at first because she believes 
that he is really to blame for the tragedy, never- 
theless after discovering the truth, she helps 
him regain his confidence in himself, and they 
join hands to conquer the battles of life. 

Selma Amdur, '36. 


Josephine Lawrence 

Two and two should equal four, but the Hoe 
family were determined that it should equal 
eight. Josephine Lawrence's new novel, "// / 
Have Four Apples", deals with the lives of this 
family, one of thousands in America, whose 
struggle for existence is continually made more 
difficult by their inability to see things through. 

This book is a clever satire on American 
life, but is too realistic to make good light read- 
ing. If one wants to experience the uncertain 
pleasure of continuous exasperation and pity 
for a group of people who cannot and will not 
master simple grammar-school arithmetic, one 
will enjoy this story. 

Emily E. Hubbel, '36. 


Sinclair Lewis 

America running rampant under a Fascist 
dictatorship, mercilessly crushing all who dare 
to oppose its iron regime, making slaves of 
those in circumstances similar to ours, and 
virtual rulers of the "forgotten men", is vividly 
pictured in the typical Sinclair Lewis style. 

Mr. Lewis' dictator, Berzelius Windrip, is 
the cause of much speculation on the part of 
the reader. Just who is he? Perhaps he is 
derived from a certain incident which occurred 
at the close of the Hoover administration, in 
which Smedley D. Butler figured so promin- 
ently. Or he may be of more recent origin, 
if certain political speeches are considered. 

The book is one to be read by every thinking 
American, for it hurls forth a ringing chal- 
lenge : Can it happen here ? 

Mary Hoit, 36. 


The athletic shield which was designed by 
Miss Peterson contains a symbol of every 
type of sport which is practiced at Lasell. The 
shield is in the shape of an acorn, symbolic of 
the axiom, "Big oaks from little acorns grow." 

Every year the shield is awarded to that 
team, Blue or White, which makes the greatest 
number of points in games and attendance at 
games. Points won on Field Day by individual 
girls are added to points won by their team. 

For five out of six years the shield has been 
awarded to the Whites. Which will be the 
victor this year? 

Mar j one Andrews, '36. 

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The members of the Good Posture Club are : 
H. Baxter, R. Buswell, D. Coffin, J. Cryan, 
D. Forbes, P. Gunn, Y. Harrington, Laura 
Huegle, Leona Huegle, Eliz. Kenney, E. Kline, 
T. McFarland, M. Pearl, H. Raymond, M. 
Rose, H. Saul, V. Smith, M. Stuart, J. Tifft, 
M. Tillotson, C. Young, and E. Yuill. 




All sports have been seeing hard service, as 
the fall and early winter resume reveals. On 
Armistice Day, the Senior and Mixed Soccer 
teams played to a tie, 1-1. The odds were on 
the Seniors, but the lack of three of their 
players, and the unexpected strength of the 
Mixed team probably account for this tie. The 
Senior- Junior game took place on November 
14, which resulted in a scoreless tie. On No- 
vember 21, in the Blue- White game, the out- 
come was also a scoreless tie, although both 
teams showed fine offensive and defensive 
plays. Because of no winning class team, small 
letters will be awarded instead of the usual 

On December 5, the Blues triumphed over 
the Whites in the last hockey game of the sea- 
son. The final score was 2-1. The most 
spirited and enthusiastic audience at any inter- 
scholastic meet in recent years was present. 
After this game, the annual hockey-soccer 
supper was held in Gardner gym, at which 
time the heads of soccer and hockey for next 
year were chosen. Louise Tardivel was 
elected head of soccer and Marian Sleeper head 
of hockey. 

Basketball has begun, and the turn-out 
looked very promising. At the first meeting of 
the season, Margaret (Peg) Page was named 

Virginia Hausler, '36. 

The quantity of homework is not small 
It pileth as the autumn leaves from trees 
Upon the earth beneath: it is twice given; 
It's first assigned, looked over, and returned, 
Tis hardest of the hardest: it becomes 
The evening burden, heavier than the day; 
The class oft shows the lack of nightly work — 
The attribute to wit and knowledge great, 
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of "doves"; 
But homework is above this sceptered sway, 
It is enthroned in the hearts of dons 
It is an attribute of Wisdom's self. 
And students' power doth then show likest gods' 
When teachers praise the homework. 

Hildegarde Baxter, '36. 


{Wherein the Best in Lasell Life Today is 
Mirrored Briefly, Vividly, and Humanly.) 

October 15 — Dr. Hannay spoke in chapel 
about vocabulary building, and the necessity of 
having a good command of the English 
language for both social and commercial suc- 

October 17 — Bragdon held its first "Open 
House" in history, and invited inspection of 
its attractive rooms. Prizes were awarded to 
the girls having the most artistic room. 

October 18 — Dr. Winslow showed natural 
color photographs which he had taken in 
greater Boston. 

October 20 — At Vespers Dr. Ray Eusden 
gave advice to people who are living lives 
which are out of focus. 

October 24 — A lively group of Lasell girls 
visited historic spots along the north shore. 

October 25 — "Woman's Place in the Oriental 
Family" was the subject of Dr. Lombard's 
chapel address. 

October 27 — Lasell was fortunate in having 
Dr. Basil Matthews, an exchange professor 
at Boston University from Oxford Univer- 
sity, as Vespers speaker. He told of his ex- 
periences at an International Friendship Camp 
in Windsor Forest, England; and he discus- 
sed "Choosing a Career." 

October 28 — Blues and Whites elected their 
respective leaders, and made plans for exciting 

October 29 — Dr. William Spencer Beard, 
assistant to President Holt of Rollins College 
spoke on "What Shall I do With My Life?" 

October 31 — Woodland Park held a house 
re-warming in honor of the re-opening of the 
building in September. 

November 2 — Lasell girls held a gay Hal- 
lowe'en Party at the Barn for the benefit of the 
Endowment Fund. 

November 3 — Rev. Carl Heath Kopf, speak- 
ing at Vespers, answered * two important 
questions which concern everyone: — "What 
shall I live on, and what shall I live for? 

November 10 — At the first Missionary 



Campfire of the year Mrs. Lockwood of India 
spoke of her experiences as a teacher in a col- 
lege in Madura. 

November 12 — Lasell took "A Trip to the 
Gaspe Peninsula" with Dr. John May during 

November 15 — Senior day students enter- 
tained their mothers and friends at tea in 
Bragdon parlors. 

November 17 — The Union Church Chorus 
from Waban gave an informal concert at Ves- 
pers under the direction of Mr. Harold 

November 21 — Miss Eastman's Home Man- 
agement class visited the prefabricated houses 
exhibited by the R. H. White Company in 

November 22 — Lasell defeated the Girls' 
Latin School, Boston, in hockey with the score 
3-0. The game was played in Newton. 

November 24 — Dr. Charles M. Arbuckle in 
Thanksgiving Vespers suggested the "Yes" 
attitude toward life as the thankful attitude. 

November 25 — The Art class held a tea at 
the Hobby School with Miss Peterson and the 
Senior members of the class as hostesses. 

December 4 — Dawn beheld the Seniors pro- 
ceeding from house to house in cap and gown 
with candles and song. 

December 5 — Mrs. Winslow entertained the 
residents of Gardner at tea. Junior class pre- 
sented its officers at dinner. 

December 6 — "The Art of Crete and 
Mycenae" was described by Professor Bailey, 
with lantern slides. 

December 8 — Opinions of the Italian- 
Ethiopian situation were ably given at the sec- 
ond Missionary Campfire of the year. The 
Rev. Amico L. DiFlorio, pastor of the Italian 
Church at Plymouth, and Mr. Simeon Bankole 
Wright, a native of Sierra Leone, Africa, were 
guest speakers. 

December 9 — The German Club, newly 
formed, entertained students from St. Regis 
College at a German Christmas party in the 

December 10— Mary Young, author and star 
of Katydid, So What! told Lasell something 

about the life of an actress, and recited scenes 
from Romeo and Juliet and The Taming 
of the Shrew. 

December 13 — "What is Man?" was the sub- 
ject of Dr. Harry V. Neal's lecture in chapel. 
He compared the Bible story of the creation 
of man with Darwin's theory of evolution. 

The first performance of The Goose Hangs 
High met with general approval. 

December 14 — Second night of The Goose 
Hangs High, with an informal dance at the 
Barn afterward. 

December 15 — The Rev. Robert Wood Coe 
spoke at Christinas Vespers, and suggested 
that we actually do something to make some- 
one's Christmas happier. 

December 18 — New musical talent was forth- 
coming at the pupils' musical recital, one of 
the highlights in the Christmas festivities. 

December 19 — Hilarity prevailed at the an- 
nual Christmas banquet. This joyous occasion 
made a fitting close to the fall term. 

January 7 — Miss Lizette Henderson de- 
scribed unusual cases in law. 

January 10 — Mrs. Stacy Southworth, wife 
of the principal of Thayer Academy, gave an 
illustrated lecture on "Glimpses of Alaska." 

January 12- — Mrs. Susan Bartlett gave an 
unusual talk on Peace, by dramatizing the 
autobiography of an Austrian baroness. 

January 14 — Dr. Neilson Hannay gave La- 
sell a personally conducted tour to Ireland in 
chapel period. 

January 15 — "Glass" was the subject of Mrs. 
Hudson's chapel talk. It was illustrated by 
numerous samples of glassware. 

January 21 — Mr. Harold Young, one of 
Lasell's neighbors, talked about city govern- 
ment, and gave timely advice to future voters. 

January 24 — Mr. Northrop, headmaster of 
the Roxbury Latin School, spoke briefly on 
Community Enterprise in Boston. 

January 26 — The Vespers speaker was Dr. 
James Gordon Gilkey of Springfield, who de- 
scribed his personal experiences in Russia. 

January 31 — Professor Mervyn J. Bailey 
gave an illustrated lecture on "Greek Art." 

Margaret Pearl, '36. 




Last year the Faculty wore caps and gowns 
at Baccalaureate and Commencement. The 
photograph shows Miss Potter wearing her 
robe "as to the manner born". 



Wedding announcements claim indisputable 
first place — and rightly so — in our Personals 
column. Lasell's congratulations and the hap- 
piest of New Years to the following brides and 
grooms : 

October 11— Mary Elizabeth Bates '31-'32, 
and Mr. Joseph Hastings Anthony at Wellesley 
Farms, Mass. 

October 19— Barbara Thompson '26-'30 and 

Mr. Donald Norman Price at New York, New 
York. Mr. and Mrs. Price are now at home 
at 25 Dongan Place, New York City. 

October 21— Alice K. Hutton '33 and Mr. 
Kermit Homer Moore at Corning, New York. 
October 2d— Frances Boothby '27-'28 and 
Mr. Merton Eugene Sylvester at Saco, Maine. 
Mr. and Mrs. Sylvester's new address is The 
Breakers, Lynn Shore Drive, Lynn, Mass. 

October 2d— Edith Crahan '30-'31 and Mr. 
William Barrett at Hyde Park, Mass. 

November 16 — Louise Baumgart '28 and 
Mr. Fidelio Alexander Roseman at Danville, 
Illinois. Mr. and Mrs. Roseman are now at 
home, 515 West Voorhees Street, Danville. 

November 19— Lillian Druker '33 and Mr. 
George Marshall Feingold at Brookline, Mass. 
November 20— Mary Elizabeth McNulty '32 
and Mr. John Wilson McNair at Wilmette, 
Illinois. Mr. and Mrs. McNair are now re- 
siding at 213 West First Street, Mansfield, 

November 28— Phyllis Jensen '30 and Mr. 
Carl Arnold Swenson at Waltham, Mass. 
Corinne Cowdrey '30 and Elsie Moore Johnson 
'30 were members of the bridal party. 

November 28— Betty Peffer '30-'32 and Mr. 
James Allan McCracken at White Plains, N. Y. 
November 30 — Marjorie Bouvier '35 and 
Mr. Raymond C. V. Reed at Detroit, Michigan. 
Mr. and Mrs. Reed's new address is 2001 
Burlingame Avenue, Detroit. 

December 11 — Mrs. May Hagar Lyman 
'90-'91 and Mr. William Balch Durand of 
Philadelphia, Penna. 

December 31 — Vesta Black '32 and Mr. 
Robert Shaw Bradeen at Deep River, Conn. 

January 9 — Eleanor Young '34 and Dr. 
Charles F. Sherwood Hallett at Greenwich, 

January 28— Elizabeth K. Clark '32 and Mr. 
H. Heyward Fryling at Maplewood, N. J. 

February 1 — Helen R. Bardua '33 and Mr. 
Russel Warren Childs at New Rochelle, N. Y. 
February 6 — Catherine Seward '33-'34 and 
Mr. Robert Wendell Cobb at Exeter, N. H. 
Mr. and Mrs. Cobb will be at home, after 
March first, at 19 Elliott Street, Exeter. 



February 20 — Ruth Rohe '31 and Mr. John 
Alexander Smith at Winthrop, Mass. 

February 22 — Jean McNab '32 and Mr. 
William Melvin Weigand at Schenectady, N. Y. 

Mr. and Mrs. Cedric H. Potter announce 
the marriage of their daughter, Bettina '34, to 
Mr. Edward Adrian Janse on June 30, 1934 
at Plainville, Mass. 

We have also received word of the follow- 
ing engagements : Phoebe Dotten '28 to Mr. 
Robert L. Rowe; Edith Jensen '26 to Mr. 
Bernard D. White; Irene Ginzberg '31 to Mr. 
Edward S. Lebowich ; Margaret L. Anthony 
'32-'34 to Mr. Joseph G. Strafella; Margaret 
Chesnut to Mr. Dudley Lindner, son of Gladys 
Dudley Lindner '06-' 1 1 ; Frances Findlay '35 
to Mr. George Douglass, Jr. ; and Harriett 
Colwell '35 to Mr. Eldon L. Galleher. 

For the Personals Editor, December 25, 
1935 was spent at Bragdon Hall. Temporary 
illness in the family of her hostess-to-be turned 
her back to the college this year for the Christ- 
mas celebration, which was held in Lasell's fine 
Colonial dining-room. Our President, Dr. 
Winslow, treasurer, Mr. Amesbury, Prof. 
Ordway and their families with a small group 
of highly favored guests, thirty-one in all, com- 
pleted the number. A table beautiful in holi- 
day decorations arranged by the skillful hand 
of our First Lady, and a feast "fit for a king" 
deserves more elaborate description but space 
forbids. To us the guest of honor was none 
other than wee Russell Austin Winslow. The 
baby's Daddy was his chosen escort. Not for 
a moment did the little son shift his allegiance 
albeit many friendly, enticing hands were out- 
stretched to "take him". Priscilla Winslow 
'35, Barbara Ordway '35, Virginia Amesbury, 
Esther Joslyn '35, and Elizabeth Russell, all 
home from college, with twice that number of 
brothers and "boy friends" staged a delightful 
riot of merry-making which spread around the 
I entire board. Following the Christmas dinner 
the company repaired to the Barn, where some 
twelve musicians having been forewarned 
were fore-armed. The orchestra was com- 
prised of Dr. Winslow, cello; Marjorie Win- 

slow MacCuspie '28, Priscilla Winslow '35, 
Walter Amesbury, Jr., Donald Winslow, 
violins ; Esther Joslyn '35, flute ; Portia Russell 
Winslow and John Corley, trumpets ; Richard 
Winslow, clarinet ; Robert Corley, trombone ; 
Marion Ordway Corley '11, piano ; and David 
Ordway, conductor. The surprise entree of 
this musical feast was the voluntary appearance 
of Master Baby Russell. Intrigued no doubt 
by the tones of his father's clarinet, he entered 
the circle formed by the orchestra and began 
to execute an original dance to the surprise 
and delight of the admiring musicians. The 
music-makers continued their fine program 
until long after sunset, thus bringing to a 
fitting finale one of the merriest Christmas 
days ever celebrated at Lasell Junior College. 

Misses Margaret Rand, Frances K. Dolley, 
Edith Williams and Dorothy Shank, former 
members of our faculty and later classmates 
at Columbia, have never failed since severing 
their connections with our college to extend 
their season's greetings to Lasell. Thanks be, 
Miss Rand is a near neighbor, her home now 
being in Cambridge. She is seen frequently 
on our campus. Miss Williams is still head 
of the Home Economics Department at Indiana 
State University; Miss Dolley on the faculty 
of Western Reserve University and Miss 
Shank has moved nearer Lasell, for she is now 
located in New York City. Miss Carrie True, 
also a former and beloved member of our fac- 
ulty, is spending the winter with her sister in 
St. Petersburg, Florida. To their joy, they 
found a near neighbor to be their Lasell as- 
sociate, Miss Roxanna Tuttle. 

Here is some valuable information which 
came from Maurine Moore Allen 19-20 to 
Celia Kinsley '34, now one of our Lasell sec- 
retaries : 

"In reply to your letter I am sending the 
following addresses : 

Lucille Eichengreen Block '22, 5000 Wood- 
lawn Ave., Chicago. 

Helen Guertin Campbell '16-'17, 9213 S. 
Laflin St.. Chicago. 



Vera Wallace Fenn '11-'12, 5735 Dorchester 
Ave., Chicago. 

"When I visited Lasell in August I learned 
that Marion Bliven MacDonald '21 had moved 
to Chicago. I enjoyed meeting her at Helene 
Grashorn Dickson's ('22) recently. Mabel 
Jones Carlton '14 and Helene have certainly 
worked this past summer revising the Chicago 
Lasell Club list. As Corresponding Secretary 
I wish to extend greetings to the college and 
its faculty from our Club. Do let me know 
when Lasell girls move to Chicago ! 

M. M. A." 

Another unsolicited word of approval of our 
college paper comes from an Alumna. Mar- 
iesta Howland '26 is writing from the Edi- 
torial Department of Little, Brown & Company 
in Boston : "I was so pleased with the last 
newsy issue of the Leaves and am always 
astonished afresh to realize how much the 
Personals mean to me now that 1 am an alumna 
— when I remember how we undergraduates 
begrudged the poor alumnae the space for 
them ! 

"I thought you might like to make a note 
of the fact that despite my busy editorship, I 
have two offerings on the newstands this 
month— an article, 'This Editor-Bearding Bus- 
iness' in the Writer for December, and a short 
story, 'Dusk in Hamburg' (written as a result 
of my observations in Nazi Germany) in the 
December issue of Rabbi Wise's politico-liter- 
ary magazine, Opinion. 

"Do remember me most kindly to everyone 
in Bragdon. Please tell Senora I am in the 
Boston Spanish Club play this year." 

Bien, muy bien, Mariesta. Adelante ! 

Kathryn Royce '27 belongs to the ranks of 
Lasell supporters. To wit, notice this opening 
sentence in her last letter to President Wins- 
low : "I am enclosing my subscription to the 
Leaves. I did so much enjoy the last issue, 
especially the Frontispiece. My sister, Frances 
'24, is now in Providence, R. I. Her husband, 

Mr. Johnson, is chief chemist at the New Eng- 
land Lacquer Corp. and seems to like his new 
position immensely. Since I last wrote you, 
my father passed away on the 13th of August. 
It was a great shock to the family for he was 
always such a well man. I was home on my 
vacation at the time and immediately asked 
for a year's leave of absence from the Hospital. 
Mother is not well and I am needed at home. 
Please remember me to Marjorie, Miss Potter 
and any of my Lasell associates." 

The recent announcement of the marriage of 
Mrs. May Hagar Lyman '90-'91 to Mr. 
William Balch Durand gave us a pleasant sur- 
prise which we are glad to share with Mrs. 
Durand's many Lasell friends of earlier years. 
We are pleased that she will continue to reside 
in Philadelphia where she has kept in touch 
with the Lasell interest centered there. 

In a breezy letter which only that ex-Editor 
of the Lasell News could write, Frances 
Findlay '35 announces her engagement to Mr. 
George Douglass, Jr. The wedding will be 
celebrated the first week in June and the happy 
bride-elect is hoping that Virginia Leahy '34, 
Esther Joslyn '35 and Doris Jones '35 will be 
officially serving on that happy occasion. 
Frances is enjoying her work at the Newark 
(N. J.) Memorial Hospital and will complete 
her course in May. 

Rosenda Cabrera Matheis (T9), we are 
genuinely happy to acknowledge your last 
message. When we read that closing word 
"from one of your White Little Doves in the 
tropics", we said surely time and distance have 
not lessened our Rosenda's affection for 
Lasell. She still belongs to us ! 

Dear "Shy" Murphy Mackes '30, next to a 
visit with you in person was your last newsy 
letter. "Shy" writes: "Camille Williams Har- 
very '30, my Lasell roommate, and I often 
speak of Lasell and the fun we had at school. 
Fortunately we live close to one another and 
meet often. Helen Morgan Riederer '30 and 



her husband called this summer. It was the first 
time I had seen 'Bob' since graduation. She 
looked wonderful and we had a grand visit. 
My sister 'Johnny' '33 is still working for the 
Emergency Relief Board in East Stroudsburg, 
and enjoying her work immensely. She sends 
her best wishes. 

"I am enclosing a snapshot of our four- 
months-old baby. He's so very sweet, and 
we're just proud of him. Our only regret is 
that Lasell isn't co-ed." 

One glance at this dear mother as she snug- 
gles her precious baby boy and we too promptly 
became one of the baby's adorers. 

Any word from our Emma Genn is wel- 
comed with delight. She writes from Sandy 
Point, Maine, her present address. On a holi- 
day card bearing an inspiring message she adds 
this personal word : "With love to the Person- 
als Editor, Emma H. Genn — Way down in 

Edith Burke Wells '02-'03 and Jack Frost 
have parted company, temporarily at least, for 
Edith writes to Dr. and Mrs. Winslow from 
Florida, where she is spending the winter. The 
exquisite picture which accompanied Edith's 
message was proof enough that for the present 
she is well out of New England's frigid zone. 

Maude Simes Harding '06, you little realize 
how large a share you have had in helping to 
materialize your good wishes for Lasell. We 
learn from your university associates of your 
continued success. We rejoice with you over 
these repeated "Phi Beta Kappa" reports. 

Without doubt the most unique holiday card 
received by Pres. and Mrs. Winslow was one 
purporting to come from their baby grandson. 
A snapshot captured a la naturelle, sitting in a 
Colonial rocker, the irate model is giving free 
vent to his outraged feeling. His devoted 
amanuensis speaks for him: "This is the way 
I felt when I saw the picture of me in the 
Leaves. Please believe me when I say I am 
not starved nor quite as abused as that picture 
would indicate. One would be perfectly justi- 
fied in questioning my literary ability from 
j that picture. I sincerely hope that some time 

in the future I may be given an opportunity 
to submit a picture which may flatter me a 
little — or at least do me justice (though I do 
not want to seem conceited). Russell Austin 

P. R. W." 

Our Mrs. McDonald's Christmas vacation 
was an exceptionally happy one. She was the 
guest at the home of Major and Mrs. J. Laur- 
ence Black (Gwendolyn McDonald '18-'28). 
She has shared with us some charming glimpses 
of winter scenes surrounding her daughter's 
home and has given interesting accounts of 
delightful social functions enjoyed as the guest 
of Senator and Mrs. Black. We gather from 
her enthusiastic reports that Gwendolyn is 
proving to be a charming home-maker and 
hostess. Major and Mrs. Black are now re- 
ceiving our congratulations on the birth of 
their little son, Frank Bunting Black, 2d. 

Oregon has quite stolen the heart of Mary 
Patten Witherbee '92, for the present. And 
who would not fall in love with a land so rich 
in natural scenery and a city which has Mount 
Hood as Portland's "Jewel." No small cause 
of our former Lasell faculty member's happi- 
ness and contentment is due to the friendship 
and hospitality of these western folk. Her 
frequent visits with Grace Austin, a near 
neighbor, adds much to her winter's pleasure. 

Dorothy Hale '26 is grateful to Dr. Winslow 
for having told her of our Mrs. Saunders' re- 
cent visit to the college and adds : "I have had 
a most cordial invitation to visit Dorothy 
Spooner Cleveland '26 during Commencement 
Week in June. Since it will be our tenth 
reunion, I am hoping to be with you. Dorothy 
is living in Newtonville, only a short distance 
from the school. It will be fine to see you all 


Ruth Libby '31 : one of the pleasures of 
1936 will be ours as we glance ever and anon 
at the head of that noble horse which we are 
sure is a likeness of one of your very own 
steeds. We appreciate this unusual gift and 
thank you. 

The gracious greeting to the Personals Edi- 



tor from President Barbara King '35 seemed 
to recall her Class Night's friendly message. 
We heartily appreciate and reciprocate this 
Godspeed from our "Cindy" and the members 
of the class of 1935. 

You are right, Katherine Hartman '32. 
Only it works both ways. The New Year 
would not start happily unless we too sent 
back our joyous good wishes to the host of 
"old girls" who annually send us out into a 
"Happy New Year". Is it not delightful that 
Mary Lib McNulty McNair '32 is no longer a 
visitor but a permanent resident of Mansfield? 
How romantic that she first met her husband 
in Katherine's home ! If Gertrude Hooper '32, 
Kay's dear Lasell running-mate, is as near as 
Philadelphia, Mansfield will sooner or later 
prove a meeting place for these two devoted 
friends and Gertrude's mother included. 

Lasell has but one Kay Forgey '28. The 
"Extra" edition of her Yule-Times contained 
this original poem : 

Tho' 'tis acclaimed somewhat taboo 
To steal another's thunder — 
Here's hoping I'm excused by you — 
And pardoned for the blunder 
I'm guilty in the first degree — 
Admitting thus my treason 
of filching very openly — 
''Best wishes of the season!" 
In a very confidential note we read: "I try 
to be an L. W. D., but somehow I am still just 
a little black crow." Who wrote that? If we 
must tell, it was Ruth Gerry '31. Well, for 
the first time we are forced to question the 
accuracy of our little Trumpeter's statement. 

It goes without saying that we are still 
holding Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Winslow in most 
friendly remembrance. It pleased us sincerely 
to receive their cordial holiday greeting. 

And this most acceptable note from Eliza- 
beth Anderson Hanna '24 : 

"This is to tell you that we have a little 
girl, Judith Anderson Hanna, born December 
1st, to give us a Happy Christmas. Her two 
little brothers, Bobby and Billy, are delighted 
with their Christmas present. 

"I think often of Lasell and how I would 

love to come back. I saw Elizabeth Frick 
McKean '24 the other day and we were talking 
about those two happy years at Lasell. Both 
agreed that there was never a class like 1924 !" 

P. S. We would like to add the verdict of 
the Elizabeths is correct, but the "old girls" 
declare that is just what the Personals Editor 
says to each class in turn. And well, dear 
L. W. D's., what safer estimate could be made ? 

Janet Price '33, the efficient secretary of the 
Chicago Lasell Club, is at present happily em- 
ployed in the art department of Marshall 
Field's. She assures Dr. Winslow that the 
work is a fine stepping stone to a position 
higher up which she hopes to fill later on. 
Janet gives special credit to Mrs. Hudson for 
her valuable course in History of Art, and in 
closing expresses appreciation to President 
Winslow for his help in assisting her to pro- 
cure her new position. 

We are all very happy to welcome Betty 
Stephens Fuller '20 to New England, and are 
thankful that her business relations will keep 
her nearby Lasell and in her beloved Boston. 

From 459 Third Avenue, West Haven, 
Conn, comes this information : "The above is 
my new address. Also please announce the 
birth of our little daughter, Dorothy Joan, 
whose birthday was August 15. Charlotte 
Brooks Armstrong '29." 

Peg Heath '29, you are quite right. She 
addresses a friend still in residence at Lasell : 
"Are you enjoying the college as much as ever? 
To me it is one grand place." 

Helen Black Sprague '25 is again on her 
native heath, her husband having been recently 
transferred back to New England. Her pre- 
sent address is 4 Elks Parkway, Norwood,, 
Mass. Being a near neighbor, she promises to 
report soon at Lasell and to bring Sally, her 
little daughter, with her. 

Virginia Leahy '34, we are thankful to re- 
port is recovering from her prolonged hospital 
experience. She is again at her home in 
Bristol, Rhode Island. A host of Lasell 
friends are now wishing for her a speedy re- 

Since the last issue of the Leaves, we have 



enjoyed a visit, or to be more exact, caught a 
glimpse of several former members of our fac- 
ulty. Mrs. Caroline Saunders is now at home 
in Wilmington, Del. and brought good news 
from her daughter, Mary Saunders Houston 
'22-'23, and her family. Mrs. Jean Goodrich, 
as vivacious as ever, brought greetings from 
her dear mother and daughters, one of whom is 
now a senior at Simmons, and the other a 
freshman at Smith. Mrs. Eleanor Pitcher 
Swan's last word with us was a promise to re- 
turn to Lasell some time soon with her baby 
boy. It calls for satisfaction and joy on our 
part that these former members of our faculty 
keep in such friendly touch. 

Lasell is indebted to Tufts College Depart- 
ment of Publicity for this gratifying item : 
Miss Emily Farnsworth (Lasell '27-'32), a 
junior at Jackson, is a popular member of her 
class. She has affiliated herself with Alpha 
Omicron Pi, a national sorority, and has been 
treasurer of her class during her entire college 
career. Miss Farnsworth is also a member of 
the Jackson Varsity Field Hockey and Swim- 
ming teams. 

The Hale sisters have always been among 
our loyal supporters and it was a matter of 
gratification and pleasure to our President 
when Laura Hale Gorton '16, accompanied by 
her older daughter, Nancy, recently visited the 
school. Laura has practically decided on send- 
ing Nancy to Lasell for 1936-37. She brought 
good news from her sisters and greetings from 
her dear mother, who is in rather frail health 
at present. Emily Hale Barnett '02-'03 and 
Marion Mann Miles '02 have joined forces and 
are now doing social service work at St. 
Andrew's Mission in Philadelphia. 

Master Donald Coates brought greetings 
from his parents Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Coates 
(Ruth Smith '21) and his grandparents, Mr. 
and Mrs. Edwin Smith. Little Donald, that 
is an awfully loving pat you are giving your 
'doggy", and he looks as happy as his master 
I for he has evidently been appointed your 
j special guardian. 

Congratulations to the parents and welcome 

to these little children, who came as a sort of 
advance guard to crocus and returning song 
birds, dear harbingers of spring: 

August 30 — A son, Peter Baird, to Mr. and 
Mrs. T. F. Chamberlain (Hazel Baird '26). 

September 27 — A daughter, Gail, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Stanley Gilbert (Marion Crosby '32). 

November 26 — A son, Jay Robert, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Robert Slater (Anne Dougherty 

November 27 — A daughter, Catherine Isabel, 
to Mr. and Mrs. William Ringland (Isabel 
Rodier '25). 

December 11 — A daughter, Marcia Ann, to 
Mr. and Mrs. Charles H. Green (Marjorie 
Parrish '29). 

January 12 — A son, Edwin John, Jr., to Mr. 
and Mrs. Edwin John Ryan (Bertha Krakauer 

January 13 — A daughter, Mary Sue, to Mr. 
and Mrs. W. M. Harvey (C. Camille Williams 

January 21 — A daughter, Fredericka, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Carl S. Leinbach (Madeline Robin- 
hold '27). 

Master Donald Foster, Jr. is the eighteen 
months old son of Dorothy Glasser Foster 
(Sept. -Dec. 30). Dorothy's home address is 
Woodbury, Connecticut. 

In a recent card received from Marjorie 
Sears Damon '27-'28 we learned of the birth 
of her daughter, Mary Ann, on September 17, 
1933. That is also the birthday of Roberta 
Lee Culver, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Robert 
D. Culver (Mary Goodwin '28). 

Just a word, but a good one, concerning four 
old girls who are now succeeding in the busi- 
ness world. Dorothy Trask '25-'30 is a buyer 
in the Fox Department Store in Hartford ; 
Elizabeth Hanmer '30 has charge of a dining 
room; and Barbara Stanley '32 is a salesgirl 
in one of the Hartford stores, and we venture 
to add, is a very successful one. We wish 
our informant had elaborated a bit, but never- 
theless we are grateful for this encouraging 



It was from this same former student that 
we learned the sad news of the recent passing 
of Barbara Stanley's mother, and of the mother 
of Marian Newfield '30-'32, our Frances Hart- 
man Newfield '05-'06. Lasell's tenderest 
sympathy is extended to these bereaved 

Europa Harris '34-'35, we loved the white 
dove you sent, but would have been even more 
pleased had you accompanied your gift. Come 
when you can, and please speed up your com- 


It's many a day since we last saw Gwendolyn 
Murray Larsen '34, but we will soon forget 
and forgive her long absence for she has 
promised to report at the college early in the 
year. Gwendolyn, we'll be eagerly watching 
for you from now on. 

Helen Roberts Holt '30 did not call in 
person but her note brought her very near. 
She and her husband are still in East Douglass 
(Mass.) and love the little town, which is 
really quite beyond the city's boundaries. 
Helen adds: "We enjoy being in the country. 
It is such a colorful life." She sends greet- 
ings from her husband, herself and parents. 
Helen, one of the high spots in that note is the 
promise, "I am resolved on a visit with you at 
Lasell early in 1936." 

That was an unusual and beautiful thought 
on the part of the senior class of Acadia Col- 
lege, Wolfville, N. S., to send their New 
Year's greetings in the form of a fine card 
bearing the gold seal of the university and 
across one corner a band of Acadia colors. 
Below the greeting we discovered the name of 
the sender. Congratulations and thanks to our 
Lillian Thrasher, Lasell '34, Acadia '36. 

Barbara Stover '33 is still a busy business 
woman, but found time at the holiday season 
to do quite a bit for the less favored children 
in her community. She will certainly be a 
valuable asset to the Bangor Junior Welfare 
League, of which she has recently become a 

A roguish little New Year's child with his 
baby lips close to the "mike" calls out, "Are 

you Listenin' ?" We answer, "Yes". And this 
is what we heard : "How I wish I were coming 
back to dear old Lasell after vacation, but I 
will be there some time soon — even if I have to 
walk." Signed, Betty the Mischief Maker. 
Blessings on the dear M. M., whose name is 
none other than Betty Allenbaugh '35. 

What a complete and joyous surprise was 
the coming home to Lasell of Beth Nowell 
Croft '25, accompanied by her Auburndale 
hostess, Martha Fish Holmes '25. En route 
back to Honolulu, she writes : "It was such a 
pleasure to see you all again after these years 
of separation. I only wish I might have re- 
mained longer. All my Lasell friends are very 
dear to me." Beth, the pleasure you express 
is mutual. We too regretted sincerely the 
shortness of your visit. 

Welcome to that West wind blowing all the 
way from California, bringing with it always a 
stirring message from Mrs. Mabel Stanaway 
Briggs. Next to the actual sight of this friend, 
do we value these pen sketches of her beautiful 
west-land and her affectionate recollections of 
happy Lasell associations. 

Isabelle LaCosse '34, we are down-right 
proud of you. For this Lasell girl has been 
awarded a scholarship for one year's study at 
the Boston School of Interior Decoration. This 
prize was offered by Filene's, one of Boston's 
most representative firms. 

"How often I think of you and how often 
I wish that Missouri weren't so far from 
Massachusetts. It is my utmost desire to be 
at Lasell this coming June for Commencement 
and to celebrate my Fifth anniversary. It is a 
little too early to make definite plans but al- 
ready I have my eyes wide open for an op- 
portunity to return. 

"A Merry Christmas and an extremely 
Happy New Year for you and all at Lasell. 
Virginia Hinshaw Wilks, '31. 

"P. S. It's been so long since I've seen you 
or any of the Lasell girls that I am wondering 
if any of you remember me." 



You modest Alumna ! In a few words I 
could recount to you certain incidents of your 
Lasell days which would convince you that 
you still hold a dear place in our minds and 

The beautiful holiday greeting from ex- 
president Jessie Sheperd Brennan '17 took us 
in fancy back to one of Europe's fine art 
galleries, and her friendly message brought her 
near to the "Old Guard" now in residence. 

Not long since Eleanor ('29) and Alice 
Schrade ('34) sent a joint word of greeting. 
Following the season's good wishes, Eleanor 
writes: "If you have any doubt about my hav- 
ing been a 'little black Dove', you might ask 
Mrs. McDonald." Alice, without reservation, 
closes her message with "from one of your 
1. w. d's." Mrs. McDonald and the host of 
friends at Lasell question a part of these sisters' 
report ! 

Helen Hall '34 has been enrolled this year 
at Miss Sacker's School of Interior Decora- 
tion. One of her best New Year's resolutions 
is a promise from now on to be a frequent 
visitor at her Alma Mater. That is good news, 
Helen. See to it that this resolution on your 
part faileth not. 

The close of our holiday season was sad- 
dened by the news of a most disastrous fire 
which occurred in Westfield, Mass., destroying 
the Van Deusen Inn. The father and son of 
our Grace Alexander Van Deusen '12 lost 
their lives, and Grace and Orissa Attwill '16 
were severely burned. Words seem inadequate 
to express Lasell's sympathy for these afflicted 

Through the courtesy of Mr. Amesbury we 
have just learned of the new position offered 
and accepted by Barbara Dennen Carpenter '11. 
She is now hostess at the Waltham Hospital. 
Of this appointment, the Waltham News 
Tribune writes : 

"The position is a new one for the local 
Institution, but one that is becoming common 
in the larger hospitals throughout the country. 
Mrs. Carpenter is admirably fitted for the 
position from her former associations. She has 

for a number of years served the Waltham 
Hospital Aid as its secretary and for some 
months was the assistant in the Record Libra- 
ary. She is a graduate of the Waltham High 
School and of Lasell Junior College. Her 
daughter is a student nurse and her son is in 
Senior High School." 

If ever the faces of two little children sug- 
gested a rendezvous for mischief, they are the 
likeness of Leon and Mary King, children of 
Mary King Sargent '21. The little brother and 
sister are kneeling on a grassy spot with 
mountain laurel for a background. No 
wonder they are laughing as Mother evidently 
snaps the camera. We cannot look into their 
roguish faces without laughing too. 

Martha Hazelet Crooks TO, Mabel Crowe 
'34 and Lydia Barnes '35 : we appreciate your 
well wishes and what we valued most were 
your personal touches. 

If you wish to get in touch with Marjorie 
Taylor Flemings '28, make your way to her 
well known camp. Marjorie and her husband 
will furnish you mountain-top entertainment 
at the Carriage House Lodge in Temple, N. H. 
Henry Moore, Winter Sports Editor of the 
Boston Herald calls it, "a Sportsman's Lodge 
for weekend paradising in the Foothills of the 
Monadnocks." Write for a circular — it's fas- 
cinating reading. 

We thank the mother of Jacqueline Meyers 
Morhous '33 for this concise but worthwhile re- 
port : "After a wedding at home Jacquie and 
her John spent a four weeks' honeymoon in 
Canada. Mr. Morhous, a graduate of Ford- 
ham University, is an attorney-at-law in New 
York City. Jacquie will continue her art in- 
terests in her studio on Long Island and is 
looking forward with keen delight to a reunion 
with the girls of dear Lasell." 

Nell Jones Yeomans '05 has Lasell always 
in mind and at every opportunity serves us. 
We appreciated her kindness in sending an ac- 
count of the wedding of Louise Baumgart 
Roseman '28, and sincerely regret that lack 
of space prevents us from publishing this fine 



write-up, which appeared in the Dansville 
(111.) press. 

Among Lasell's most recent callers were 
Ruth Tilley '31, who has been lately serving in 
the Newton Hospital; Ada May Bartlett '34, 
now employed as a secretary in Worcester; 
Kathryn Kettle '34-'35, a freshman at Rad- 
cliffe; Annamelia Paxton '32, who remained 
to dinner; Josephine Moore '35 and Lydia 
Barnes '35, who were guests at the Winter 
Carnival. Ruth Small '32 also attended the 
Carnival and accompanied her sister, Lois, a 
Junior at Lasell. Esther Story '21 was Senora's 
guest and reported that she was about to leave 
for a trip to Mexico City. Miss Doris Shap- 
leigh and Miss Lilian Ross were vacation 
visitors at the college. 

Dear Claire Parker Everett '23 is living in 
Mount Kisco, N. Y. She had just returned 
from a visit to California when she wrote: "I 
had a talk while in California with Florence 
Gifford Fleming '23, formerly of Evanston, 
111., now residing in San Diego. Was sorry 
to miss Jerry Wilder Bogart '24." 

Sylvia Goldenson Weill '30 of Pittsburgh 
might well be proud of Theodore, her sixteen- 
months-old boy. While happily mothering 
this wee one, Sylvia has found time for active 
social service and has also organized a large 
book club. 

One of our November visitors was Doroth) 
Manning Mathews '95. She toured Bragdon 
Hall and very properly brought her visit to a 
climax by paying her respects to Dr. Winslow. 
We were glad to welcome this Alumna. 

A delegation of graduates from Newport, 
R. I. made a special trip to Lasell in the late 
fall. Marion King Sherman '27 and Marie 
Dibell Redfield '27 visited our Dean and 
Marion proudly exhibited a picture of her 
little daughter, Sally. Marie regretted that 
she had failed to bring snapshots of her twins, 
Peter and Susan, but promised to call again 
soon, bringing the missing twins. 

We are in receipt of an unusual card from 
Evelina Perkins '15, a picture of a typical New 
England church snow-bound, and this word of 

explanation accompanying it : "The Methodist 
Church in Maine where six generations of 
Perkins have worshipped." 

We are no longer inquiring for Barbara 
Jones Bates' ('14) little son, for Fred, Jr. is 
now in high school and wee Babs (mother's 
namesake) is a sixth-grader. Thank you, 
dear Barbara, for this glimpse of your inter- 
esting family group. 

From far-away Costa Rica came ajn at- 
tractive picture of a home by the water's edge, 
and below salutations from Host and Hostess 
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Keith (Ana Clark '22). 
We are increasingly touched to be held in un- 
failing remembrance by these graduates of 
"years ago". 

Miss Mary Williams of our Music faculty 
still keeps in touch with Emily Marquardt 
'34-'35. Emily writes she has been taking 
vocal lessons with Joseph De Luigi of New 
York City and is working hard. Just now her 
work is interrupted by an unwelcomed cold. 
Her disappointment she describes in rather 
original terms: "I am so blue that if I should 
put a cucumber in my mouth, it would turn 
into a pickle." Emily we hope for you in the 
near future good health and continued success. 

Helen Duncan Peterson '26 writes : "We are 
no longer in the neighborhood of Lasell. My 
husband was transferred in the fall to the New 
York office. My present address is 47-56 45th 
Street, Woodside, L. I. I hope to locate some 
neighboring Lasellites soon." This is a fine 
opportunity for Lasell girls in Helen's neigh- 
borhood to extend a friendly welcome to this, 
one of our choice graduates. 

The latest line from Catherine Holby Howze 
'27 reports: "We are now stationed at Fort 
William McKinley, about eight miles from 
Manila. Expect to be here for next two 
years." One of Catherine's intimate friends 
was up from Newport, R. I. and added to this 
information a vivid report of "Tommy's" 
sweet baby. 

Frances Gibbons (Jan. -June '34) is a near 
neighbor and we did not know it until Miss 
Irwin shared her Christmas note from Frances 



with us. She writes: "I am a student at 
Framingham Business College and enjoy it 
very much. The secretarial course is all very 
new and interesting to me. For two months 
I have been working on Practice Part I in 
bookkeeping — a form of business in account- 
ing which I have not taken before. I have de- 
cided to continue my course and graduate. 

"Where is Frances Findlay? I would love 
to hear from her and know what she is doing 
now. Please remember me to Miss Potter, 
Miss Beede and Miss Mac." 

Barbara Hamilton '35 sends this original 
recipe for a Happy New Year: 

1 cup health 

2 cups happiness 

1 depression — well beaten 
2/3 cups fun 

2 cups work 

2 teaspoons pep 

I teaspoon smiles and a dash of laughter. 
Cut in generous slices, and serve with a sauce 
made of love and good wishes. 

We feel sure that the jolly Christmas tree 
and are almost certain of the dear poem which 
accompanied it was the original work of our 
Sarah Fletchall '31. Blessings on Lasell's 
little artist. 

Our glad holiday season was saddened as 
we learned of the sudden passing away of 
Carleton Black, husband of our Eleanor Mc- 
Kenney Black '30. A collegemate who stands 
very close to our bereaved Alumna feelingly 
referred to the unusual esteem in which Mr. 
Black was held by his business associates and 
various organizations in which he had taken 
active and most helpful interest. Lasell's 
tenderest sympathy is extended to Mrs. Black 
and her family. 

Katherine Knox McClaren '24 : we acknowl- 
edge the courteous joint message from you and 
Mr. McClaren. The next time, Kay, please 
deliver your message in person. Your room, 
No. 16, is as the English would say, bespoken, 
but there are other cosy corners in Bragdon 
which will welcome you. 

That is a dainty miniature received from 
Mildred Fischer '31, but one of our art critics, 

a devotee of Mildred's declares it does not do 
her justice. However, we are happy to receive 
it and thank her. 

One of Miss Potter's disappointments dur- 
ing her vacation in Minneapolis was failing to 
get in touch with Minnesota Lasell girls, whose 
vacationing had taken them out of her reach. 
Recently this friendly note was received from 
one of the missing "Doves". Eleanor Warner 
Salisbury '11 writes: 

"My thoughts have been turning to my 
many happy years at Lasell — so much this 
school year — as my daughter has entered col- 
lege. The president is a Miss Briggs of Cam- 
bridge, Mass. We, Willis and I, are so happy 
to have our daughter in this atmosphere, as 
Miss Briggs is a real Bostonian. 'Sis' loves 
Milwaukee Downer and I can appreciate how 
happy she is. Our oldest son 'Bill', who is 
twenty-three years of age, is to be married this 
coming summer. Our next son Fred, twenty- 
two years old, has completed his university 
work and is spending a year in our North 
woods before he enters his father's business. 
Sister is sixteen — you see how grown-up my 
family is. 

"Kindly remember me to Mile. LeRoyer and 
extend my deepest sympathy to her. x\lso 
please remember me to any one who may re- 
call my years at Lasell. 

"Cordial greetings to the Winslow family 
and to you all. 

E. W. S." 

Phyllis Rafferty Shoemaker '22, vice-presi- 
dent of the Lasell Alumnae, Inc., is one of the 
most neighborly members of our L. A. A. staff. 
She is usually accompanied by a guest, who 
proves to be one of Lasell's choice "old girls". 
With Phyllis recently came the Secretary- 
Treasurer of the New York Lasell Club, 
Mercedes Rendell Freeman '23. To our de- 
light Mercedes brought with her photographs 
of two future Lasell girls, her own charming 
little daughters. 

Betsey C 55 ) and Mabel C 35 ) Swift are stiU 
progressives. Betsey's wedding will be cele- 
brated in the spring and Mabel entered 
Chicago University in the fall, having passed 



her entrance examinations with high grades. 
We were especially pleased to receive New 
Year's greetings from Mr. and Mrs. Swift, 
parents of these sisters and, to us, honorary 
members of our college. 

"Making good" to some folk means simply 
making ends meet financially and these are to 
be congratulated in this time of strain and 
stress. But when a Lasell college graduate 
with an excelsior spirit gets behind this slogan 
of "making good" — see what happens. We are 
thinking this minute of Lorraine Lombard '31. 
In the fall this little music teacher moved from 
Sanford to the suburbs of Portland, Maine and 
was called to the position of supervisor of 
music at Westbrook. After persistent urging 
from the Personals Editor in the midst of her 
examinations, Lorraine gave us this outline of 
her work. Let it speak for itself, and we trust 
she will forgive our temerity in publishing it 
"as 'twas written". 

"As always, I am at a loss to give you the 
log of my daily activities without using / often. 
During the course of a week a lot of ground is 
covered. I have nine schools besides the High 
School, and each room is visited once a week. 
The grades run from the sub-primary through 
high school. The regular classroom lessons 
are carried on each week, along with Music 
Appreciation lessons frequently. We have 
great fun and quite a show of originality. In 
the small grades, we dramatize our songs. It 
is surprising what little children can make real 
from two or three lines of music and some 
expressive words. I believe, of course, in the 
right amount of drill, but my objective is to 
bring such enjoyment to the child that his little 
face will light up and whatever it is we are 
doing, will please him. 

"In the first three grades in each school 
we have a Rhythm Band. We have rhythm 
sticks, triangles, clappers, bells, tambourines, 
sand blocks and drums for instruments. Each 
child is taught to play and know his instru- 
ment ; where to stand at rehearsal ; what music 
stand to use. In other words, when we re- 

hearse we run the whole thing on a "grown up" 

"From the fourth grade to the eighth we 
have a harmonica band. In one rural school 
at Christmas we gave what might be called 
a concert. The little children played in the 
Rhythm Band and the older ones played their 
harmonicas, playing some of the carols in two 
parts. We had caps and capes for each mus- 
ician and it was really very effective. 

"Next month one of the schools is to put on 
another entertainment and in the spring we 
have an operetta. In addition we have two 
Glee Clubs in high school and a class in Chorus 
and Music Appreciation." 

Our modest little music supervisor closes 
with this characteristic finale, "I hope you will 
see some good in it." Congratulations, Lor- 
raine, for this your most successful venture. 

We are taking liberty in copying a few news 
items from Gertrude Dupuis McGrath's ('32) 
last letter to Mrs. Hooker. She writes: "It 
gives me great pleasure to be of assistance in 
the matter of news items. Yvonne Bergeron 
Lemay '32 has married, as you know, a phys- 
ician but unfortunately she has lost her little 
son. Charlotte Moreau '32 is working in her 
father's store in the advertising department. I 
have had the good luck recently of "teaing" 
with these two Lasell girls : Elinor Small 
Domina '32 of Keene, N. H. and Dorothy 
Gosse '32. Dorothy has a position in a Boston 
insurance office. Lusty cries are calling me to 
the nursery and I must go. You shall soon 
see our little treasure. He is a regular imp, 
but the most adorable one ever." 

Helen Allen '34 is completing her senior year 
at Boston University. En route to the Hub 
after the holidays, she and her father paid a 
friendly call at Lasell. No guests are more 
heartily welcomed than Helen, one of our honor 
students, and her parents. 

Borrowing the introductory words of Little 
Women, "Christmas wouldn't be Christmas 
without a Godspeed from the Draper Aliens 



(Florence Jones '12)." It came and the 
recipients return hearty thanks. 

"Barbara Vail Bosworth's Leominster home 
is a haven for joy and rest", so declares our 
Personals Editor, who spent a part of her holi- 
day with Mr. and Mrs. Bosworth in their 
hospitable home. During the visit Mr. Bos- 
worth was re-elected for the fourteenth year 
to the treasurership of the Leominster Con- 
gregational Church, and efficient Barbara was 
acting as caterer for 160 guests at a church 

It is encouraging to feel you are always held 
in kind remembrance by some folk. Florence 
Swartwout Thomassen '09 writes. "We have 
loved remembering our last summer's visit at 
dear Lasell." 

The Personals Editor has just learned of the 
death of Dorothy Day's ('53) father, of Avis 
Ballou's ('24) father, and Mr. Grimm, father 
of Judge George Washington Grimm, husband 
of our Marjorie Gifford Grimm '22. To these 
sorrowing friends, Lasell extends sincere 

And this pleasant word from Mary Crabtree 
Robinson '27-'28 to Miss Irwin, our Registrar : 
"All Miss Witherbee's struggles with my writ- 
ing have shown little improvement I fear ! 
However, I do wish you a very 'Merry Christ- 
mas'. You always come into my mind when 
I make a card list at holiday time. We were 
quarantined five weeks while our elder son 
had infantile paralysis. The curative serum 
was 100 percent efficient and David is again 
'as fit as a fiddle.' I am in Island Falls this 
vinter with father, as we lost bur Mother last 
/lay. My husband commutes to his school — 
leven miles away. Remember me to my 
riends at Lasell. 

M. C. R." 
After several silent years to receive a friendly 
wd from Alice N. Magoun 78 of Bath, Maine 
cause enough for rejoicing. One of her 
asell collegemates tells us of Alice's recent 
etirement from the teaching staff of the Bath 
igh School. After years of service she is 
ow at liberty to again take up her chosen 
vocation, music and other artistic interests. 

We sincerely value this word which comes 
to Lasell recently in regard to Helen Thirkield 
Cook '11, whose home is now 3703 Orange 
Avenue, Riverside, Calif. We believe we are 
indebted to her father, Bishop Wilbur Thirk- 
ield, for this expression of his appreciation of 
Lasell's share in the educational training of 
his daughter: "Joyous, unselfish and useful in 
a life broadened and enriched by her life at 
Lasell and academic work following. 

W. P. T." 

It isn't a case of "Page and Shaw", but Page 
and Metcalf (Elizabeth '32 and Agnes '32). 
This particular firm left New England for the 
Empire State early in the fall. Their last 
report assures us they are happy. We hope the 
next message will contain definite word as to 
their present business venture. Whatever it 
is, they have Lasell's heartiest backing. 

Mary Barton Libby '29 has for the present 
abandoned her musical career, and is connected 
with an advertising agency. She is enjoying 
her new apartment at 2 Grace Court. Brooklyn, 
N. Y., and only wishes "it were nearer 
Boston". Most welcome was her fine greeting 
to all of her Lasell friends. 

Dr. Stanley Bent Virkler, brother of Marg- 
uerite Virkler Roberts '22-'24, has recently 
opened a dental office in Wellesley. We hope 
this contact will bring Marguerite back to our 
neighborhood soon. 

In a note to Dr. Winslow from Madeleine 
Roth White '26, she referred to the recent 
passing away of Katherine Alexander '23-'24 
of Jacksonville, Illinois, and adds: "Miss 
Wright and many others will remember this 
attractive lovable Lasell girl." Madeleine de- 
clares her intention to return to Lasell for her 
tenth reunion next June and sends greetings 
to all of the family. 

To the bereaved family of our Katherine 
Alexander, Lasell extends sincere sympathy. 

The latest photograph received of Celina 
and Ted Forman is charming. So strong is 
the resemblance between these twins we find 
it hard to differentiate brother from sister. 
Thank you, Celina Belle Isle '21, for the dear 


likeness, but please return some day with these "In November I obtained a position in the 
dear children and settle our dilemma. main office in the Wauregan mill. Am work- 
There is an old adage, "What you think of ing for the cost accountant and so, of course, 
yourself, others will think of you." Well then, figure and figure all day long. Your training, 
listen to this from Alice Hutton Moore '33. Miss Perley, was not in vain. I enjoy the 
In a note to the Personals Editor she sent work and find it very interesting." 
with a picture of two angel children (they Nina closes with kind regards to all her 
must be for they have wings), and this an- friends at Lasell. 
nouncement: "I couldn't resist this card — the 

angels looked like two little white doves." Sally McKee Cooke '29 sends this most wel- 

There is nothing left for the Personals Editor corned note from her new home, 32 Orchard 

to do but to gladly suffix her visa. Street, Pleasantville, N. Y. 

The illness of one of her children prevented "We have a new prospect for Lasell, our 

Margaret Loomis Collingswood '22 from an daughter Sally, now fourteen months old. In 

anticipated visit at Lasell in June, but she is the near future I'll send her picture — she is so 

hoping to have better luck the coming Com- sweet. If you can make Lasell co-ed by 1947, 

mencement. I'll send Jack up too. He is almost five years 

Anna Marbold Wernsing '79-'80 was afield old now. / think we have a grand family, 

when she wrote from Kenesaw Terrace, "I always enjoy the Personals in the Leaves 

Chicago. She was enjoying a visit with many because I can't find time to correspond with the 

old friends but took time to send a greeting girls and I am glad that you keep track of 

to Lasell. them for us." 

Josephine Laughton '28 asks, "I wonder if Of all things! Note this question from 

I shall ever get back to Boston and dear Esther Josselyn '27 to the Personals Editor: 

Lasell?' And answers her own question with, "Is Lasell's new mascot a perfect L. W. D.? 

"Welfare workers don't get many vacations." From the papers I have gathered he has erred 

Take heart, Jo, we hope that some day soon a bit." 

sell may again welcome you home. And here is another unanswerable question 

Truly, Kathleen Atkin '34, your message to from Katherine Tufts Weise '27 to the editor 

; came as it were in a Tiffany setting— all of this department: "When are you coming 

fine gold. We do thank you. back to a Chicago Lasell reunion?" However, 

If anyone thinks that Nina Williams '35 has we suggest this happy solution to the question 

been "taking it easy" since her graduation, — a large delegation from the C. L. C. report 

listen to this report sent recently to the head at their Alma Mater in June. The very thought 

of our mathematics department : furnishes the Lasell folk still in residence with 

"Soon after our return home, we had an a joyous thrill ! 
auto accident. Mother was so badly shaken Mary Starr Utter Maxson '12: your recent 
we were afraid of a nervous breakdown. When letter with picture of the twins made us doubly 
was nearly back to normal, one of her happy. Don't you think it high time (we do) 
became ill and needed a companion, to visit your Alma Mater, bringing with you 
mdertook the task. As soon as I returned the dear children? Please accept this informal 
lome I began taking an office practice course invitation and we venture to suggest further 
at the high school. Have also taken over a that Bette Clark '35, the twin's special de- 
Sunday School class and sing in the church votee, accompany you as an extra chaperon. 

was made president of the Young Eunice Bassett '33: we gratefully acknowl- 

jroup and also belong to a choral edge your brief salutation which came to us 

choir in Danielson, five miles from home. through the courtesy of Miss Irwin. 



That was a beautiful but tantalizing word 
from Helen Gerrett '16. We are grateful for 
the greeting but it was too brief to satisfy us. 
Please try again, Helen. 

Dorothea Bannerman '35 regrets that our 
chance meeting and visit in the Providence 
station was too short. Dorothea gave a brief 
outline of her work, but promised to call at 
the college soon and complete her report. 

An original New Year's calendar came to 
our office with the compliments of Ruth Wins- 
low's ('31) School of Music. Shortly before 
the holiday Ruth visited the college, bringing 
with her a pupil who was a veritable prodigy. 
Only four years old, but the winsome little 
girl played and sang for us to the delight of 
a group of students and faculty. 

A charming greeting from Gertrude Leo- 
Wolf '34-'35, but now Gertrude we are wait- 
ing for a follow-up message telling about your 
daily round. Please do not disappoint us. 

And this inquiry from Barbara Goodell '29 : 
"I wonder what my classmates are doing now ? 
This is my third year of teaching in the 
Waltham Public School." Class of 1929: 
Please answer Barbara's question and then 
turn the report over to the Leaves. It will 
prove valuable news for the next issue of our 
college paper. 

At the beginning of the second semester 
Margery Fothergill '32-'35 withdrew from 
Lasell Junior College to enter the training 
school of the Hartford Hospital. We shall miss 
you, Margery, but be assured that you have 
Lasell's very best wishes as you prepare for 
your chosen life work. 

From Paris, Illinois we have recently re- 
ceived this message from Mary Elizabeth 
Thomas Neal '29: "Although I have never 
written to Lasell since my graduation in '29, 
it is not because I haven't thought of my 
friends there. I had fully intended making the 
jtrip for our reunion in '34 but was unsuccess- 
|ful in finding any of my mid-western friends 
o accompany me. I was so shocked to read 
Ian account of Helene Swick's death in the 
jlast issue of the Leaves. We were such good 

friends in our senior year and have since ex- 
changed greetings. 

"Please remember me to Miss Wright, Miss 
Blackstock and Miss Perley. How I should 
love to see you all — I hope I can — soon." 

We trust Mary's good wish will materialize. 

What a delightfully characteristic message is 
this to our President from Grace Allen Clarke 
'95 of Omaha : 

"The Omaha and Council Bluffs Lasell Club 
is as flourishing as ever. We still meet once 
a month for luncheon and sewing for charity. 
That, with our visiting, keeps us busy ! 

"Our meeting, early in December, was at 
Martha Stone Adams' ('91-'93). May Tulleys 
'94 entertained with Martha. The following 
girls were present : Alice Andreesen Dietz '95, 
Mabel Taylor Gannett '95, Nora Gibson Perley 
'87-'89, Laura Dales Woods '03-'04, Garnett 
Romans Auracher '03-'04, Frances Bowman 
Gerner '94-'96, Eva Kennard Wallace '97-'98, 
Shirley Castetter Donaldson '06-'07, Ellen 
Siedentopf Haas '94-'96, Zoe Hill Mayne '01, 
Marjorie Mayne '30-'31, and May Tulleys '94. 

"Those who could not come were Nellie 
Hugus Caldwell '81 -'93, Beatrice Senter Carp- 
enter '27, Katherine McClanahan Henske '06, 
Grace Beebe Hoagland '93-'94, Elizabeth Allen 
Paxton '98 and Lulu Peycke Smith (Jan.- 
June '00). 

"All the girls send their kindest wishes to 
you and all the 'old girls'. We enclose our an- 
nual check for the Endowment Fund and hope 
it is prospering. 

"With best wishes for you and your family, 

G. A. C." 

We regret that we failed to publish this valu- 
able account of the New Haven Lasell Club 
fall meeting in the first issue of the Leaves : 

"I was delighted to learn that so many girls 
from New Haven are at Lasell this year. I 
do want to tell you about the meeting we had 
at Jeanette Gessner Somers' ('30) home re- 
cently. It was the largest meeting we have had 
since I have been in the club, nineteen girls 


being present, namely: Leota M. Fulton '19- girls in this district, and three local chairmen 

'20, Mary Phipps Fulton '21, Helen Kowal- were appointed, Lizinka Kuehl Dawson '21- 

ewski Hamilton '28, Cornelia Hemingway '22 for the north side, May Thielens Peeples 

Killam '22, Gertrude L. Moeller '26, Mildred '04-'05 for the west side, and Julia Clausen '29 

Munson '32, Charlotte Ockert '33, Emma Oc- for the south side, to sponsor smaller and more 

kert '26, Hazel Kramer O'Donnell '26, frequent meetings. 

Katherine Peck '35, Emma Robinson Petrie Virginia Johnston '36 and Persis-Jane 

'12-' 13, Nancy Skiff '33, Jeanette Gessner Peeples '34-'35 told the "old-timers" something 

Somers '30, Phyllis Stuart '35, Ruth Tolman of Lasell as it now is. 

'18-' 19, Marjorie Lowell Weeks '23, E. Maude A nominating committee, consisting of the 

Williams '29, Elsie Flight Wuestefeld '18, officers and the immediately preceding presi- 

Margaret Beck Hamlin '26. dent, Gertrude Wagner '28, was appointed and 

"The following officers were elected: Presi- will report at the next meeting, 

dent, Gertrude Moeller; Vice-President, Charlotte Thearle Seelcer '03-'04 played ac- 

Phyllis Stuart ; Secretary, E. Maude Williams ; companiments and May Thielens Peeples led 

and Treasurer, Jeanette Gessner Somers. the singing of several Lasell songs, which 

"The Spring Luncheon will be held again in everyone enjoyed. 

March this year, as it was last, and I will get Thirty-eight members and two guests were 

in touch with you at some future date con- present, Lucille Guertin Egan T1-T2, brought 

cerning definite plans for it. her sma11 daughter, and Eleanor Boadway 

"In closing please extend to all at Lasell the Wilson > sister of Edith Boadwa y McAdam '21, 

best wishes of was a S uest - All send hearty greetings to 


-r- T\/r 1 ttt-11- ,™ r* I hose present were: Agnes Aldnch Palmer 

E. Maude Williams, 29, Secretary. ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ .^^ 

Elizabeth Thielens Miller '04-'05, Mary 

CHICAGO LASELL CLUB Thielens Peeples '04-'05, Julia Potter Schmidt 

The following report of the last meeting of '06, Frances Avery Hoof '06-'07, Helen Carter 

the Chicago Lasell Club does not call for any Johnson '07, Margherita Dike Hallberg TO, 

comment from the Personals Editor, but we Lucile Guertin Egan T1-T2, Katherine Norris 

wish to express our regret over the forced re- Coambs 'H-T2, Vera Wallace Fenn T1-T2, 

tirement on account of business of Secretary Alma Bunch '13, Barbara Jones Bates '14, 

Janet Price '33. We wish also to acknowl- Mabel Jones Carlton '14, Lena Kelly Stone 

edge the service of Mabel Jones Carlton '14, '14, Carita Palmer Moffett T4-T5, Ariel Long 

who has submitted this fine report at the re- Miller '17, Helen Guertin Campbell T6-T7, 

quest of President Helene Dickson: Maurine Moore Allen T9-'20, Doris Perkins 

The mid-winter meeting of the Chicago Meyer T9-'20, Marion Westphal Newhall '19- 

Lasell Club was held on January 4, 1936 in '21, Marion Bliven MacDonald '21, Lisinka 

the English room at Marshall Field's. After Kuehl Dawson '21 -'22, Helene Grashorn 

luncheon tentative plans were made for the Dickson '22, Cecile Loomis Stuebing '22, 

spring meeting, the first part of May, at which Marion Brown Schlosser '26, Mary Mann 

it is hoped Miss Witherbee will be guest of Baird '27, Catherine Tufts Wiese '27, Helen 

honor. The exact date will be set to meet her Campbell Sawyer '27-28, Gertrude Wagner 

convenience. '28, Julia Clausen '29, Catherine Morley King 

The possibility of a spring dance was dis- ' 29 > Dorothy Taggart '32, Gene Loomis '32, 

cussed and much enthusiasm shown. Contin- Betsey Swift '33, Mabel Swift '35, Persis-Jane 

ued efforts are being made to contact all Lasell Peeples '34-'35, Virginia Johnston '36. 




Saturday continues to be a fortunate choice 
for Alumnae meetings, as there were one hun- 
dred and seventeen people present at the Mid- 
Winter Reunion. It was held at the University 
Club on February 15, 1936 and St. Valentine 
decorations added much to the gala occasion. 
When we sat down to the meal provided by the 
committee, headed by Mrs. Phyllis Rafferty 
Shoemaker, '22, we found little red sail boats 
with life savers for ballasts. 

There was no formal business meeting, but 
Mrs. Shoemaker welcomed the gathering and 
turned the rest of the afternoon over to Miss 
Potter who acted as toastmistress. Mrs. Pris- 
cilla Alden Wolfe, '19 was the first speaker. 
She welcomed the members and especially the 
Class of 1935 with 18 members present. She 
spoke of the May Fete and the Alumnae ac- 
tivity there each year. She renewed the invita- 
tion to the teachers at Lasell to join the Alum- 
nae association. She also said that three peo- 
ple have become life members this year, bring- 
ing the total to one hundred and twenty-eight. 

Dr. Winslow was the next speaker on the 
program. He reported that there are about 
three hundred at the college this year"; that 
conditions seem to be better ; and that they ex- 
pect to have Woodland Park School full next 
year. If this is true, the dream of new build- 
ings is becoming more of a reality. The course 
in medical secretarial work that has been 
added this year seems to be working out very 
well, and the college is planning to add a 
course in merchandising next year. Dr. Wins- 
low invited every one to go out to the college 
to see the changes that have been made, and to 
see the faculty dressed in their academic robes 
at Commencement. He also spoke in apprecia- 
tion of the Alumnae loans and scholarship gifts. 

Miss Potter then introduced Mrs. Winslow 
who brought us a cheery word of greeting. 

Mr. Amesbury spoke of the good order in 
which the Alumnae books are kept and also 
said a word about the Endowment Fund. He 
asked that anyone knowing of a vacant posi- 

tion to speak to him about it, and in that 
way he may be able to help a Lasell girl. 

Miss Irwin reported that one third of the 
school are day pupils and for the first time a 
day pupil is president of her class. She then 
proposed a toast to Miss Potter expressing the 
deep affection that we all hold for her. 

The following people also brought greetings 
to the Alumnae : Mile. Le Royer, Mr. Dun- 
ham, Mrs. Sarah Dyer Darling, '00-'01, presi- 
dent of the Connecticut Valley Lasell Club, 
Mrs. Statira McDonald, Constance Blackstock, 
'09, Senora Orozco, Clarissa Gibbs Smith, '04- 
'05 and Louise Paisley, '09. 

Mrs. Wolfe closed the meeting at three- 

Respectfully submitted, 


Recording Secretary. 

Those present were : Dr. and Mrs. Guy M. 
Winslow, Miss Lillie R. Potter, '80, Mr. Wal- 
ter Amesbury, Jane Ford Amesbury, '01 -'03, 
Miss Grace Irwin, Mrs. Statira McDonald, 
Mile. LeRoyer, Senora Orozco, Mrs. Bertha 
Hooker, Mr. George Dunham, Mr. Harold 
Schwab, Miss Mary Williams, Miss Helen 
Goodrich, Miss Kay Peterson, Miss Eleanor 
Perley, Miss Muriel McClelland, Mrs. Elvia 
Davis, Miss Catharine Beatley, Miss Rosalie 
Martin, Miss Madeline Marsh, Miss Ruth 
Moody, Constance Blackstock, '09, Marjorie 
Winslow MacCuspie, '28, Karin Eliasson, '31, 
Ethelyn Whitney, '32, Margaret Allen, '29, 
Katherine Braithwaite, '29, Elizabeth Peirce 
Bittenbender, '06-'07, Marion Briggs, '08-'10, 
Sarah Dyer Darling, '00-'01, Lillian Bethel, '28, 
Helen Beede, '21, Marion Ordway Corley, '11, 
Betty Cottrell, '24, Edith Anthony Carlow, '06, 
Betty Cook, '34, Anna Cornwall, T4-'16, Mar- 
jorie Morrison Coburn, '17, Marion Cleveland, 
'35, Dorothy Cole, '29, Mildred Condon, '35, 
Myra Davis, '95-'97, Barbara Dean, '34, 
Christina Finlayson Dana, '28, Grace Dunne, 
'33, Norine Burroughs Dillingham, '97, Bar- 
bara Erickson, '33, Barbara Edmands, '33, 
Marion Kingdon Farnum, '29, Mildred Peirce 
Fuller, '06, Edna Thurston Follett, '03-'07, 


Clara Giarla, '31, Helen Gerrett, '16, Shirley Parsons, '35, Charlotte Phillips, '33, Janice 

Gould, '33, Miss Helen Gruchy, Preble Bor- Piper, '35, Louise Paisley, '09, Natalie Park, 

den Gruchy, '29, Eleanor Gebelein, '35, Mil- '32, Dorothy Quinn, '27 Penelope Rockwood, 

dred Gaffney, '28-'29, Maude Simes Harding, '21-'22, Lillian Ray, '33, Eleanor Ramsdell, 

'06, Helen Hall, '34, Ruth Hayden, '20, '35, Hattie Greenleaf Smith, '87, Phyllis Raf- 

Dorothy Inett, '30, Barbara Iris, '35, Esther ferty Shoemaker, '22, Irene Sauter Sanford, 

Josselyn, '27, Elsie Moore Johnson, '30, Celia '06, Caroline Smith, '35, Antoinette Meritt 

Kinsley, '34, Pauline Kelly, '35, Julia Kit- Smith, '23, Mary King Sargent, '21, Phyllis 

teridge, '17-'19, Ruth Libby, '31, Roberta Mor- Jensen Swensen, '30, Marietta Steadfast 

rill, '35, Louella Bassett Maynard, '16-'20, Chase, '24, Adrienne Smith, '23, Hester Shaw, 

Marjorie MacClymon, '32, Natalie North, '34, '28, Muriel Thacker, '34 Miss Margaret Tor- 

Marjorie Simes Nickerson, '16-' 10, Miriam rie, Julia Rankin Wells, '20, Priscilla Winslow, 

Nichols, '31-'34, Mildred Cloake Norbury, '16, '35, Rachel Whittemore, '35, Priscilla Alden 

Mildred Strain Nutter, '17, Norma Noonan, Wolfe, '19, Eleanor McCarthy Williams, '16, 

'35, Charlotte Newcomb, '34, Nellie Taft Olm- Margaret Walsh, '34-'35, Catherine Walsh, 

stead, '90-'91, Anne E. O'Brien, '35, Helen '35, Helen Allen, '34, Denise Gile, '35, Evelina 

Perry, '24, Pauline Butler Poore, '21, Martha Perkins, '15, and Clarissa Gibbs Smith, '04- 




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Margaret Bourke- White was born in New 
York City and moved to the Middle West 
when she was very young. As her father was a 
naturalist, she grew up with a great fondness 
for all living things, especially reptiles. In high 
school she specialized in Natural History, and 
took a course in photography. Her first year 
of college was spent at Columbia, and the sec- 
ond and third at the University of Michigan. 
Her funds giving out at this time, she procured 
a position at the Natural History Museum at 
Cleveland for a year, thus saving enough money 
to go to Cornell for her senior year. 

Margaret Bourke-White did not become im- 
mediately famous or even recognized. She 
could have taken a position at the Museum of 
Natural History in New York City after her 
graduation, but she realized that photography 
was to be her life work. She had many dis- 
appointments. But through perseverance, she 
finally gained permission to take pictures of 
the Otis Steel Company. She spent every 
penny she had for supplies, and was about to 
give up in despair, when the president of the 
company saw her results, and immediately 
bought a dozen of her pictures for one hun- 
dred dollars each. Her labors were not, then, 
in vain. Margaret Bourke-White became 
famous. She has traveled extensively and has 
taken pictures in many of the largest industries. 
Augusta Williamson, '37 . 

has no chance against the evil forces of des- 
tiny." At last the outstanding award of the 
Nobel Prize was presented to him, not for 
one work alone but for his entire contribution 
to literature. Among these are Six Characters 
in Search of an Author, 1922; The Living 
Mask, 1924; and As You Desire Me in 1931. 

Meta Searles, '37. 


Signor Pirandello never wrote a play until 
he was forty-five years of age ! Up to this time 
he taught in a normal school for women in 
Rome, his specialty being Italian Literature. 
During this time he wrote poems, short stories, 
and novels. In 1921 he felt that he would 
resign from active teaching in order to devote 
his entire time to writing. He pessimistically 
struggled along, writing plays. In 1925, with 
a company of his own organization, he began 
a tour of the Continent. His theme is "Man 


At intervals, certain habits or fashions re- 
turn to public favor such as wearing bangs, 
playing parchesi, and knitting ; but now, after 
several hundred years of comparative insigni- 
ficance, we welcome the return of the banana. 
A report by the Arthur D. Little Laboratories 
reveals that only those two perennial favorites, 
vanilla and chocolate, surpass banana in popu- 
lar ice cream flavors. 

With civilization came the removal of this 
valuable fruit to the background of the modern, 
machine-minded person's diet. However, an 
editorial in the Herald points out that it is 
rich in carbohydrates, low in fat, contains vita- 
mins A, B, C, E, and G, and several minerals, 
and is especially good for babies. With these 
revelations coming into public notice, perhaps 
it will be easier to tolerate the person who, 
upon entering an ice cream parlor, orders a 
banana split, and actually devours with evident 
enjoyment a horrible concoction of sauces, ice 
cream, and cherries. The banana is finally 
reached, however, and possibly this is sufficient 
reward for the preceding mouthfuls. 

Can it be due to their banana diet, over 
which they have had dominion for so many 
years, that apes and South Sea islanders are 
untroubled by the modern craze for "swing" 
music, by financial redistribution problems, by 
increasing automobile catastrophes, and by 
horse-racing dilemmas ? 

Whether one's diet can effect the problems of 
the world is doubtful, but facts prove that the 
banana's return is being heartily welcomed by 
the public ; and with the banana comes, per- 
haps, a new health and prosperity. 

Deborah York, '36. 



AN OUTLINE OF MODERN HOUSING American types are many ; some people prefer 

_, c u a ~i™™o„f ic the English wood-and-stucco effect; while 

The encouragement of home development is & „«.ji aco n f 

. . . iu ,. ;„ tu; c pr, others like the Norman manor. Regardless of 

being emphasized more than ever in this era a 

, r , • xt« t, nm « ,- how old the architecture may be, the occupants 

of recovery from depression. New homes are 1 ' <■ j 

. -* .. . • Ao i aA „„ must install the very latest of modern con- 
being built; old ones are being remodeled or ' 

redecorated; and an interest in interior deco- vemences - 

ration and period furniture has been revived. Homes of the above type have recently been 

The newest and most daring development is built in towns in Greater Boston as the result 

the contemporary type of home, its contour of a home development plan brought about 

consisting of straight lines and blocks, angles, by one of the Boston department stores. In 

and circles. Such houses may now be seen these dwellings, eighteenth century furniture 

daily at the exhibit of "Motohomes" on the is the most popular. These pieces blend nicely 

banks of the Charles River in Cambridge, with modern furniture, and are always in style. 

These structures are built about a central Such immortal cabinet-makers as Thomas 

motor unit which feeds electric power to all Chippendale, Robert Adam, Thomas Sheraton, 

the rooms at one time. The frame is steel, and George Hepplewhite, and Duncan Phyffe 

the outside is finished in cement with linings should contribute to your home. The kitchens, 

of asbestos. On the roofs are sun terraces, however, are certainly not of the eighteenth 

play decks, and pent-house gardens. Inside century. They are modern to the very ceil- 

these fashionably decorated homes are a few ings. Refrigerator, stove, and sink are where 

new modern developments in housing. In each they should be in order to save steps. The 

room is a radio built into the wall. A perfect equipment is all electric— from the stove to the 

ventilating system — purified warm air in win- clock. 

ter, and cool air in summer — is located in every Colors, too, are the newest. Such a delight- 
room. The kitchens are small and compact ful combination as coral, dove gray, and Colo- 
and made to save steps and time. Refrigerator, nial blue ; and a living room, with dead white 
stove, sink, and preparation surface are all in walls, done in yellow-gold, red, and cobalt blue 
one and topped with scratchless, dentless metal, are two interesting examples. For those who 
The cabinets are above, and just over these love strictly American furnishings, an Early 
is an indirect lighting system. The bulbs are Colonial maple set might well be a favorite, 
inclosed in a small cabinet of frosted glass, One bedroom of this type is patriotically deco- 
lending a modern effect to a useful fixture. rated in red, white, and blue. 

The colors used in decorating are unusual. At the recent Hotel Men's Exposition in the 

Such combinations are raspberry and white for Copley Plaza, Boston, a tiny collapsible kit- 

the bath, brown and peach for the kitchen, and c hen was shown. "This kitchen," the manu- 

marine blue and apricot for a dinette are note- facturers state, "may be tucked away in the 

worthy. bathroom or closet of your small apartment!" 

Of course, not all homes are built in the Painted black and trimmed with chromium, this 
severe lines of modern trends. Houses are attractive cabinet opens to reveal a stove, re- 
still being constructed to conform wholly or frigerator, sink, preparation surface, cabinet, 
partially with period styles of architecture, and electric light — all in one. 
The Cape Cod Colonials are popular; Federal Houses are made by manufacturers and 


their industries to be comfortable and con- 
venient for you. It is up to you to make them 
homes by adding your own personal touch, 
which is so important — not because of its re- 
sult, but because of the everlasting spirit be- 
hind it. 

Mary Murray, '36. 


In the new houses, as well as in public build- 
ings, there are many startling additions to in- 
terior furnishings. 

A new cork tile is being used on the floor 
of hospitals, libraries, banks, and even private 
homes. It contains millions of dead-air cells 
that muffle the footsteps. 

Living-room floors are now being covered 
with linoleum. It wears better and is easier to 

To make small rooms look larger, wallpaper 
has a horizontal design, and mirrors are placed 
in various places in the room. 

In a small house, a dining nook or alcove 
can be ingeniously arranged with a circular 
curtain enclosing it. The table is placed on a 
circular rug. 

The all-metal kitchens are the newest thing 
out. Metal sinks, metal table, metal range, 
and metal broiler, make up this original and 
unique kitchen, with built-in overhead lighting. 

The prefabricated panel bathroom supplies 
the need for an extra cabinet. A drop-down 
hamper is placed below the lavatory, thus sav- 
ing space. The leak-proof panel can be re- 
moved for piping. The overhead lighted medi- 
cine cabinet and mirror, the special shower- 
tub combination, and the octagonal bathroom 
window are all new features of the new bath- 
rooms. There is even the ultra-modern corner 
model bath where a recessed bath is not de- 
sired, or where there is no room for it. 

Bunk bedsteads are coming in fashion again, 
with drawers and cupboards built in under- 
neath. Built-in bureaus and chest of drawers 
are without legs, and start from the floor, thus 
obviating the need of dusting under them. 

Mary Elton, '36. 



Below her rolled the dark Ionian sea, 
Its cold waves foaming on the rugged shore, 
Its cold waves moaning on the bleak, bare shore 
As if they shared the sorrow in her heart — 
The sorrow which had brought fair Sappho there- 
There on the rocks beside the swirling sea, 
There by her lover whom the sea had claimed. 
"Dear one, can you hear me? I call to thee 
To tell thee that our love shall always be 
As strong, as great, as yonder rocky cliff, 
As constant as the breaking waves below, 
As full of beauty as the stars above, 
As pure as the pale moon that softly glows 
Upon two lovers, oh so far apart. 
But on that day when my long task is o'er, 
Then shall I come to join thee, dear Phaon. 
'Tis for this day so near at hand I live; 
And so I say farewell, dear one, until 
Until I join thee in love's paradise." 
Along the winding, narrow path she went, 
Back to her father's rumbling country house, 
A house where pride and glory were as kings, 
The haughty rulers of all mortals there 
Except the daughter of the arrogant lord, 
The lady Sappho who did not bow down, 
The lovely Sappho who had dared to fall 
In love with one of lowly class, Phaon, — 
A common slave of undetermined birth. 
Her father, resting on the porch beheld 
His mourning child so pitiful, so sad, 
And wondered if he had not been unjust. 
Should he have sent Phaon before that court 
Where one was doomed to be a sacrifice, 
To find himself hurled from Leucadian rock 
Far down into the foaming sea below? 
He rose and kissed the drooping head so fair, 
And murmured kindly words of sympathy. 
"My father, you who took from me my love 
Because he was a slave, unfit for me, 
For me, the daughter of proud Tullius; 
But this I know: the time will come when one 
May fall in love and marry whom she please, 
Unhampered by the barriers of class, 
The iron walls that stand so firm today. 
By then the two of us will be no more; 
The love you tried to kill shall live with me, 
Each joy, each tear, each sweet embrace shall live, 
For I shall write in verses of my love. 
The hour is getting late— I say goodnight." 


And poetry of beauty did she write, 
Each verse so full of pathos and of love 
That fame and glory came to her locked door. 
The saddened Sappho would not let them in — 



Alone she stayed to dream of him she lost, 

Phaon, the inspiration of her work. 

To him she wrote, for him alone she lived. 

To her came many suitors rich and brave. 

She said to all of them, "My heart is given — good 

And all but one obeyed her simple wish; 
Alcaeus would not leave her to her dream; 
Her fragile beauty haunted him each day, 
Her golden hair, her tragic violet eyes 
Which cried, "I love Phaon; why must I live? 
Dear Aphrodite, hear me, make me free." 
Enshrined on Mount Olympus high was she, 
The lovely Aphrodite of her prayer, 
Who heard and brushed aside a tear, then said: 
"I make thee free; Phaon is waiting there." 
Fair Sappho sped along the winding path; 
At last she stood before the cold green sea, 
At last she came to join her dear Phaon. 
"Dear one, can you hear me? I call to thee." 
A crested wave brought Phaon's sweet response. 
Then from Leucadian rock fair Sappho lept, 
Her arms outstretched to clasp her lover close. 
Above them rolled the dark Ionian sea, 
Its cold waves foaming on the rugged shore, 
Its cold waves moaning on the bleak, bare shore. 

Mary Hoit, '36. 

By Henry James Forman 

The Scope of Motion Pictures 
The last quarter of a century has given us 
another educational system. Dr. John J. Tigert, 
president of the University of Florida, declares, 
"the motion picture in its present stage is the 
most powerful influence now known, and as its 
use increases and its field of operation develops, 
its power to influence the public will increase." 
The movie audience in the United States 
alone consists of 77,000,000 weekly, thirty- 
seven per cent of which are between the ages 
of five and twenty-five. Can we doubt the in- 
fluence of motion pictures, especially when we 
learn that boys and girls from eight to nineteen 
years old average "a movie a week?" 
What They See and What They Remember 
From seventy-five to eighty per cent of all 
pictures deal with love, sex, crime, or mys- 
tery. Children between the ages of nine and 
thirteen say that they dislike pictures 
which are sad or which show killing and bad 

men. However, the greatest percentage of 
screen villains are played by attractive men 
who do not always give the appearance of be- 
ing wrong. In fifteen out of fifty-seven pic- 
tures, criminals go unpunished. Thus it is 
apparent that children will not gain from films 
goals of the types exemplified by Jesus, Lin- 
coln, Edison, Jane Addams, or Florence Night- 
ingale. There are, of course, excellent 
pictures such as "The Covered Wagon" and 
"Ben Hur," but how seldom these are shown 
in comparison with the number of films from 
which bad influences are retained. 

The majority of children come in contact 
with movies once or twice a week. Any insti- 
tution touching life so regularly becomes of 
high importance to one's welfare. Dr. Holi- 
day has remarked, "My private guess is that 
pictures play a considerably larger part in the 
child's imagination than do books." Very 
young children often retain sixty per cent as 
much of a picture as do adults. The screen is 
positively one of the most powerful single in- 
struments in the education of our population 
— even stronger than books or schools. 

Physical Effects 

The movies produce definite and positive 
physical effects upon the spectators. The hyp- 
nograph which is a recorder of the restlessness 
of a sleeper, has been used in a series of sur- 
veys concerning the influence of movies upon 
children. Only one in a hundred persons sleeps 
a full hour without a movement. The age, sex, 
and mental "set" of children make differences 
in the effects of movies. After seeing a picture, 
boys show an average increase of about twenty- 
six per cent and girls fourteen per cent greater 
hourly motility than in normal sleep. Some 
children have disturbed sleep for four to five 
nights after watching a movie. It has been 
found that scenes of sports and exciting action 
cling to the memory longest. 

Post-movie effects have nothing to do with 
the brightness or dullness of a child. A con- 
dition of fatigue decreases motility but adds 
to irritableness ; this state is the same as is 
produced by saporific drugs and is not restful. 



Significant increases of fatigue — no matter 
what the cause — are detrimental to health and 
growth. As frequent attendance at movies 
leads to habit formation, children should at- 
tend only selected types of motion picture pro- 

There is one chain group of theatres which 
furnishes children's play rooms and first aid 
rooms. Some children become so hysterical 
that it takes more than an hour to quiet them. 
Lon Chaney pictures seem to be the most 
horrifying to a child, and wild west stories 
and war films have similar effects. "Saturday 
serials" keep children wrought up from week 
to week, and a picture of extreme emotional 
content leaves a physical imprint for as long 
as seventy hours. It is the boys under twelve 
who suffer from visual fatigue more than 
others ; it is these boys who re-enact the rob- 
beries and hold-ups shown at the movies. 

Horror and Fright Pictures 

Henry James Forman writes, "It is where 
the child can see no escape from danger for his 
favorites that agony consumes and terror 
ravages his nerves." Certainly, a child does 
not stop to realize that it is not a living girl 
but a dummy which falls twenty feet to death. 
Pictures showing apes climbing in bedroom 
windows and carrying off the heroine leave 
children with a nervous tension when entering 
a darkened room. Children state that they 
had terrible dreams or nightmares after seeing 
such pictures, and some even admit that they 
had to be taken home in the middle of a pic- 
ture. These horrors often become fixed in the 
minds of young people and they imagine them- 
selves as the objects of such terrors. Some of 
these pictures are "The Phantom of the 
Opera." "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," "The Cat 
Creeps," and "The Lost World." In some 
cases the total effect of a horror picture may 
be comic ; yet, the child reacts to only separate 
scenes of horror or fright. Despite parents 
"It's only a picture," it has great reality to the 
child. In the theatre there is no outlet for 
such emotional tension ; it is all suppressed. 

Unmarked Slates 

The mind of a child may be called an un- 
marked slate. What do we want to write 
and remain permanently on this slate? As a 
nation, we believe in high standards of living: 
pure food, sanitation, best obtainable instruc- 
tion and education for our children. What 
should we say if a questionable character were 
to take charge of our children's schooling? The 
opposition would be great and pronounced. Is 
not the vast output of pictures to which we 
expose children's minds for influence and im- 
print at least of equal importance? Yes, but 
where is the outcry against this force? 

Marjorie Andrews, '36. 

To be concluded in the August issue of the 


of Hilo, Hawaii, displays her talents as an inter- 
preter of Hawaiian dances. 


SHORT STORTES * ts gates — an( * a " wa y s an ^ unceasingly the deli- 
cate, sad little face of Anne of Bohemia. Rich- 
ard cherished her fragility and strength, so 

hlAlKs strangely intermingled. He loved her auburn 

A young lad of fifteen was standing before hair with its gold high lights. His aesthetic 

the lovely picture of a girl. His fair, youthful sou i rev eled in her grace of movement and 

face was alight with exaltation. dignity of bearing. 

"I did it for you, my Anne of Bohemia ! - For Richard had an aest hetic soul. As he 

'Twas the thought of you which forced me to ^ by hig fire> fingers of Hght played with his 

ride into the midst of the angry crowd of soft; blond hair &nd caressed his sensitive face, 

peasants and calm them. The memory of the painting him t0 look more than ever like the 

one time that I saw you and heard your beau- pQet ^^ ^ heaftj he wag Hig , ove fof 

tiful voice was in my mind and I was not Ae beautiful dominate d his life. At this time, 

afraid ! I quelled their revolt ! I, Richard II Anne was the most beautiful thing in his life> 

of England ! Will you be proud of me now, and hence mistress of hig fate 
Anne? Am I now worthy to have you for my 
wife, next year?" 

Richard picked up the picture of his be- "Richard, tomorrow you will be twenty-one. 

loved and carried it with him to his favorite I have lived here in England for five years 

chair before the huge stone fireplace. He was with you. They've been happy years, dear, 

alone in his enormous bedroom, the largest in 'though I have been a bit homesick at times." 

the palace. His mind traced the events of the "Yes, my Anne. Tomorrow I will be twen- 

day and he felt himself tingle with the recol- ty-one, and I've planned a surprise for you 

lection. It was the most important event of and for my two worthy uncles. Tomorrow I 

his life, so far. He had quelled the revolt of shall proclaim myself acting monarch! I'm of 

the peasants. He had handled them tactfully age now, and intend to handle my own affairs, 

and firmly. His uncles, who were the real I can rule far more intelligently than the Duke 

rulers until Richard became of age, had not of Gloucester. Don't you think so, Anne?" 

known what to do. When Wat Tyler, the rebel "Oh, Richard, I know you'll be a wise, 

leader had been killed, things had looked espe- benevolent ruler. You will have a great re- 

cially bad. Then Richard had taken things into sponsibility, though." 

his own hands. ^ The peasants had seen a flam- So, during the month of May, 1389, Richard 

ing young god in gold armor bear down upon H became the true ruler of England. The 

them.^ They heard this son of Aurora demand Duke of Gloucester had offered no resistance 

the right to be their leader. Their angry, and the people joyfully welcomed the change, 

sullen faces had become alight and even slight- Q uee n Anne watched her husband's rule a 

ly amused at the audacity of the boy king— little fearfully. No one knew and understood 

and they had followed him. Richard treated Richard as she did. She knew the thoughts of 

them fairly and would not allow their leaders his inmost soul. She knew that, although he 

to be punished. Anne could not bear violence, had pardoned the men who had threatened to 

More pictures began flashing through his seize his kingdom early in his reign, he had 

jumbled brain— the seething mass of humanity not forgotten them. She worried about his 

which had pressed about him, at first angrily, complex character, for Richard was a strange 

then worshipfully-the baffled face of his uncle, mixture of bravery and timidity, cruelty and 

Duke of Gloucester, when he had learned of tenderness, indolence and energy, 

his nephew s deed-pictures of Buckingham He always came to her for advice, and she 

palace as it had looked when Richard rode into never failed to guide him well and intelligently. 



When Richard dashed into her apartment 
shouting furiously, 

"I leave tomorrow for Ireland. Those 
rebels can't get away with this ! I'll hang them 
all !" Anne quieted him and used her woman- 
ly intellect to bring him to a clearer under- 
standing of a better way to conquer the Irish. 

"War and violence never reap anything but 
more war and more violence. And those things 
are ugly and foreign to your nature, my dear. 
You have ruled wisely and well for eight 
years now. You will continue to do so." 

"Anne, what would I do without you. Your 
love for peace and beauty brings my country 
joy and calm. There has never been another 
like you. Your advice seems to come from 
God himself. What manner of foolish things 
would I do if it were not for your counsel?" 

Richard left his wife with renewed strength 
to do the right, and the following day he tra- 
veled to Ireland. He was greeted by the Irish 
chiefs in a friendly, courteous manner, and 
grew very fond of them before his departure. 
Their rugged, simple lives interested the king 
intensely. He loved to watch the black-haired, 
pearl-skinned youngsters at their games, and 
never tired of the hilly Irish landscape. The 
quiet beauty of a mountain lake would remind 
him of his beloved Anne, and he would sit 
and think of her for hours. She had never 
been very robust, and her health often caused 
him much worry. 

Richard left Ireland feeling very satisfied 
with his work there. He reached the English 
boundary in high spirits. Soon he would be 
with his Anne! She would be waiting for 
him, ready and eager to hear how he had made 
peace with Ireland for the first time in many 
years. She would listen when he told her of 
the verdant beauty of the "Emerald Isle." He 
would describe to her the clear, blue sky which 
could so suddenly cloud over with a storm, 
and as suddenly be blue and bright again. She 
would love to hear about the gayety and green- 
ness of Ireland, for it was gayety and bright- 
ness which she missed most in her life in 
London. How she would laugh when he'd 

imitate the Irish brogue! He could hear her 
now! And he would see her within an hour! 
He spurred his horse brutally. 

She had promised to light a lantern and 
place it in the highest tower window of the 
palace with her own hands so that he could see 
the light over three miles away and know she 
was watching and waiting for him. Oh, was 
there ever a king or yeoman so fortunate? 

"Ah, there is the light now ! See how brave- 
ly it shines over the land. It is clear tonight. 
There's not a trace of fog and the light is 
twinkling almost like a star. I am quite far 
away still — probably three miles. Oh, if only 
I could fly ! Anne, Anne, I'm coming to you, 

When Richard reached the gates of the pal- 
ace, all seemed strangely silent and ominous. 
He jumped from his foaming horse and ran 
into the hall. Here he was met by a servant. 

"King Richard, will you come immediately 
to the Queen? She is calling for you, Sire." 

"Calling for me. What do you mean? Is 
she ill? What is wrong? Answer immedi- 

"She had a bad fall, Sire. I don't know 
much about it, but the Queen was coming from 
the tower room last night and she slipped on 
those steep stairs. It's her back, King 

Richard pushed the servant aside and tore 
to his wife's apartment. 

She was lying in great pain and continually 
calling for him. When she saw him, she in- 
stantly stopped moaning and held out her hand. 
He came to the bedside and knelt beside her. 
He could not utter a word. His throat seemed 
to swell and ache beyond endurance. 

The day Anne was buried, Richard felt as if 
his own soul was buried with her. His sensi- 
tive, passionate nature did not seem strong 
enough to endure his loss. Soon after her 
death he revisited Ireland, hoping he might 
be soothed by a trip into a country she would 
have loved. But he could see nothing but a 
lantern, steep stairs, and her face. 



He returned to England in a state bordering 
on madness. We see him now, after he had 
been forced to give up his throne. He is in 
prison, an exile from his country. 

"I won't need to stand it much longer. I'm 
coming to you, Anne. Keep the light shining 
in the tower. Ah, I see it twinkling now — 
and the steep stairs." 

Emily Hubbel, '36. 


"Yes, I like this apartment," said Snowden 
glancing around appreciatively as we settled 
ourselves comfortably before the fire for an 
after dinner smoke. "It looks like you, Jim — 
books, low chairs, careless refinement and all 
that sort of thing, you know. It certainly is 
a shame !" 

I had been listening pleasurably to his praise 
of my new bachelor quarters as I idly stuffed 
my pipe, but that last remark of his gave me 
a jolt. "A shame," I inquired, "What is a 
shame ?" 

"Why," said Snowden, "that you can't have 
peace and quiet while you work." 

"I can't have peace and quiet while I work ! 
What do you mean?" I asked laughingly. "I 
chose this apartment especially because there 
are no cats, dogs, babies or parrots allowed. 
There is no erecting going on hereabouts and 
not a street car for blocks around. And, what 
is more, old man, I intend to finish my new 
novel within four months." 

"Aha, my friend, but evidently the apart- 
ment next door has no restrictions on cats, 
dogs, parrots and, er-ah-babies," said he, paus- 
ing significantly with lifted eyebrows. 

At this point I heard faintly a plaintive cry 
that was gradually becoming louder and more 
demanding. I was aware that I had been hear- 
ing that cry half consciously for some time. 
I began to feel uneasy. 

"It certainly is too bad," continued Snow- 
den dreamily. "You know, a friend of mine— 
[ don't believe you've met him, Jim— Warren 
Fox (he wrote Life in the Malay Jungle) — 

well, as I was saying, Fox had a peculiar ex- 
perience. He was writing a group of short 
stories under contract, working like fury, too, 
because he only had about six weeks. He sub- 
let an apartment from a friend of his who 
was going abroad, and prepared himself for 
several weeks of concentrated and speedy writ- 
ing. Well, he only noticed it vaguely at first, 
the crying, I mean, from the three-year-old 
next door. It didn't interrupt him seriously at 
first, but after a while . . . ! Every morning 
the mother put her offspring out in the court- 
yard to play, and every morning that brat would 
run around for fifteen minutes, then bawl for 
three-quarters of an hour to be let in. It wasn't 
a cry of grief that traditionally melts the heart 
of stone. Oh, no indeed ! It was a rasping, 
quavering whine that could be turned on and 
off by will, and was never accompanied with 
tears. That is what led Fox to suspect that 
Junior had an ornery disposition. In the after- 
noon when all good children take naps, Junior 
wept, and his mother urged him constantly to 
shut up. Now you know such an atmosphere 
is not conducive to writing. Fox was quite 
upset about it. He stuffed cotton in his ears, 
moved his typewriter to a back room. He shut 
all the windows tight, and nearly suffocated 
from cigarette smoke. But the more he tried 
to shut out Junior's noise, the more he heard 
it. He couldn't write, because momentarily he 
expected a yell. He even tried sleeping in the 
day and working at night, but he soon discov- 
ered that the best crying went on at ten p. m. 
and five a. m. He couldn't understand why 
the mother didn't employ violence. He whiled 
away grim hours imagining himself as Junior's 
father. He became haggard and despondent. 
There were only four weeks left and he hadn't 
finished his first story. Those who had the 
misfortune to meet him at this time were ap- 
palled by his haunted eyes and abominable 
temper. Fox is a sensitive fellow," said Snow- 
den, relighting his pipe, which had gone out 
as he rambled on, "just like all the rest of you 

"Well," he continued, "things were in a bad 



way, and Fox was really desperate by this 
time. No work done, and no work likely to 
be done. So one morning when his young 
neighbor commenced the daily cry-fest, he 
threw up his hands in despair, muttered, 'Oh, 
Hell,' strode out to the courtyard, turned 
Junior over his knee and administered a sound 
spanking. Fox later confided to me that dur- 
ing the month in jail he finished up his stories 
in fine style. He also stated that the surprised 
look on Junior's face when he felt his small 
person violated had so inspired himself, the au- 
thor, that he had never written better in his 

Adelaide Bull, '36 


Mike Milowitch looked out of his dingy 
window at the dirty brown soil, heaved in the 
places where the spring thaw had been suc- 
cessful — at that dirty brown soil which had 
robbed him of his youth, his freedom. That 
soil was his pitiless master, crushing him lower 
and lower. It was repugnant soil, a grimy sort 
that settled itself under his fingernails, and 
finally had transformed them into mere 
blackened stubs. 

He turned to his wife, Anna, and murmured, 
"The river — she clear today and all fields 
thaw. Onions plant before long, yes?" 

"Yes," his wife responded quietly, for she 

And how well she understood. Had she not 
seen her husband change from a human being, 
whose eyes shone with the joy of living, into 
a tired, stoop-shouldered person, a slave to the 
soil ? Had she not seen her own youth vanish, 
to be replaced by the drooping figure of a 
middle-aged weary woman? 

Oh, they hadn't meant it to be like this. In 
their native country — Poland — where they had 
pledged their love for each other twenty years 
ago, a glorious future had been planned. They 
would journey to America, "The Land of 
Golden Opportunity," buy a neat little farm 
upon which to raise their crops and bring up 
the children that were to come. 

All had gone quite well for the first ten 
years. In the peaceful Connecticut Valley, 
there had been the little farm, nestling in its 
patch of green grass amid the vast expanse of 
brown soil, and there had been babies, five of 
them. There was John, now seventeen; and 
there were Rose, Cecilia, and Joe, who had 
all come within a year of each other ; and little 
Anna who was just turning eleven. 

For their children Mike and Anna lived, 
and for their children alone, as life offered 
little else. The year 1929 had brought the 
depression. The market for onions collapsed, 
and the crops themselves had been unsuccess- 
ful, for the onions would not keep. As they 
rotted in the warehouses and cellars, the mea- 
ger profits were reduced to nothing. For 
six long dreary years of suffering, toil, and 
hunger, the struggle had continued. 

Now it was a new spring, time for the re- 
newal of old hopes, time for the planting of 
the crops. Pray God that they would be suc- 

Anna turned to the stove and stirred the 
bubbling stew. 

"It isn't as thick as it used to be," she 
thought, "but it will give them nourishment." 

The small battered clock on the kitchen shelf 
showed five — time for the children to come 
home from school. Before very long the door 
opened, and in came the five. All but little 
Anna greeted their parents with cheery smiles 
while she strove bravely to keep back the tears. 

"What is it, baby?" her mother asked. 


Oh, she mustn't hurt her mother by telling 
her that, that the other children laughed at 
her faded, patched dress, neatly darned stock- 
ings, and badly run-over shoes, at the clothing 
of her brothers and sisters — and dubbed the 
whole family, "onion growing Polacks." She 
did love her mother so much, and it would 
hurt too deeply. 

Her mother nodded, and began to lay the 
table, and with the help of the girls all was in 
readiness for the meal in a short time. But 
somehow, even though the breath of the im- 
pending spring with its promise filled the air, 


a certain tenseness settled over the group as which makes the whole body ache, the knees 

they ate. Yes, they all knew. There was no calloused, and the hands grimy and clawlike, 

use pretending. They knew that this year's Again the soil was extracting its price — thriv- 

crop must be successful, or . . . ing on the sweat of human beings which poured 

After the dishes were cleared, washed, and into it year after year, 

placed in the cupboard the children unanimous- When September came, the onions were 

ly decided to go to bed — a bit of deep under- ready for harvesting, swelled to a fine size by 

standing seldom found in our American homes, the patient care and warm rains. But fear 

Anna and Mike sat staring stolidly out of gripped the hearts of Mike and Anna, for as 

the window into the blackness of the night. yet there had been no offer to buy their crop. 

"Tomorrow, we plow," he said. Suppose — suppose — that they couldn't sell. 

"Yes," she replied. They must sell ! Hadn't the man from Wash- 

"Come, you are tired.' ington told them that onions woud keep this 

Before the Crucifix they knelt together, year, that their crop was good? 

offered their simple prayer, and then went to Again Mike and Anna sat staring out of the 

bed. window into the blackness of the night, both 

The next morning was glorious, full of thinking of the impending winter. What would 

promise. Being Saturday, the children did not it bring? Once more they knelt before the 

go to school. Johnny and Joe accompanied crucifix to offer their humble prayer, 

their father into the field to turn over the On the next day something happened, 

sweating soil, not yet fully thawed. All day A man from a New York firm came to 

they toiled, so that the setting sun cast its them, offering a dollar and a half a bushel 

fading rays upon rows and rows of small man- f or their onions. A dollar and a half a bushel ! 

made gulleys. That meant paying up the old bills for food, 

Then came the sowing of the seed, in neat clothing, seed, fertilizer, and a payment on 
furrows, twelve or fourteen inches apart. June the mortgage, and perhaps a new clock for the 
found the fine green shoots waving in the kitchen shelf. It meant living again! 
breeze that brought the coolness of the river How they worked! From sun-up to sun- 
to the hot dry soil. God seemed to be with down, often not even stopping to eat. The 
them, and the rain fall was sufficient to keep onions were pulled with amazing rapidity, 
the tops of the plants from turning prematurely placed in neat, shining rows to dry, sifted to 
brown. In June, Johnnie had graduated from remove dirt and excess skin, packed in burlap 
the high school with high honors, bringing the bags which were sewed together, and then 
family added joy. placed on the trucks for transport. The task 

Every Sunday the family trudged to church, was done, 

paid the customary price that the grasping They were victorious— the soil was beaten, 

priest never failed to demand of their meager or had it only playfully yielded this time? As 

purses, and returned, now truly glorified in the they stood together in the falling twilight, they 

eyes of God. made a beautiful picture— Mike, Anna, John- 

The weeds grew faster than the onions, and nie, Rose, Cecilia, Joe, and little Anna, bound 

it was not an uncommon occurrence for the together by an infinite omnipotent something, 

whole family, including little Anna, to enter The strains of the Polish national hymn floated 

the fields where they would work barefoot, and over the barren brown field, so bleakly ugly in 

even hatless for long hours, patiently plucking its defeat, and stretched along the broad Con- 

the weeds that sought to choke the life from necticut River, then up, toward heaven, a 

the plants that meant the family's very life, prayer to God. 

Weeding is a tedious, back-breaking task, Mary Hoit, '36. 






It was a cold, grey, damp morning. I 
skipped down the subway stairs to Grand Cen- 
tral Station, and swung through the revolving 
doors. I was greeted with the usual hustling 
crowd, who smelled like a cheap fur coat that 
has been out in a pouring rain for hours. I 
went through the turnstile, feeling that I was 
just another rat scurrying to my hole. People 
pushed me, and I pushed people. I battled my 
way down the steps leading to the trains, won- 
dering if all my clothes were still together, and 
on me. When I reached the platform, and 
was almost ready to sigh with relief, the train 
came thundering in. Immediately the "rats" 
began scurrying toward the train doors, and my 
breath was practically knocked out of me. 
People came out of the train so fast that they 
all seemed to be one, and went into the train 
in the same manner. I was shoved, pulled, 
punched, till I was almost hysterical. Just as 
I entered the door, wondering vaguely where I 
could find room to stand, but not caring very 
much whether I stood or fell (there was no 
danger of the latter, though, because there 
wasn't room to fall), the doorman put his out- 
spread hand between my shoulder blades, and 
gave me a shove that would have sent me 
against the far side of the train had it not 
been for my friends and colleagues, the "rats." 
The doors slammed, and we rolled merrily 
along downtown to Wall Street. We were no 
longer rats, but had been transformed to sar- 
dines tightly packed in our can. What a re- 
lief to come up the stairs to Wall Street, to 
feel free, and inhale some fresh air ! 

Opal Cliesser, '37. 


"If I had youth I'd ask no odds of distance, 
Nor wish to tread the known and level ways." 

There in two short lines is embodied the 
indomitable, unconquerable spirit of Dolores, 
faithful conveyor and true companion of all 
her half dozen or so owners. For five years 
now she has been bought and sold, and bought 
and sold again, always giving the best in her 
to each new master, and always receiving the 
treatment accorded those who sacrifice every- 
thing and take nothing in return. Yes, Dolores 
bas been abused. 

Nevertheless, with age has come character. 
Her once sleek and beautiful body is now bat- 
tered and gaunt, but in those sharp outlines is 
a marked determination, determination not to 
fall apart until her life has spanned one hun- 
dred years like the one-horse shay. 

The roof leaks. The floor leaks. The 
windshield leaks. There is no back window. 
There never were side windows. (Dolores 
once had the distinctive appellation of "Phae- 
ton.") One door doesn't open. Two doors 
open from the outside only. Entrance can be 
effected with ease by falling over the doors. 
The springs protrude from the seats. The 
emergency brake hasn't operated efficiently 
since the days of her youth. Weather has 
faded her rich coloring, and successive at- 
tempts at painting the worn spots have rendered 
her complexion bilious to say the least. How- 
ever, as was mentioned before, Dolores has 
character, and with age it is character, not 
beauty that counts. 

And Dolores has a sense of duty that brings 
shame to the souls of those less faithful. Her 
mission in life is to collect people here, and 
deposit them there. This she does to the best 
of her ability in spite of the fact that the in- 
firmities of age rest heavily upon her axles. 
Only twice has she failed her present owners. 
Once at two o'clock in the morning she de- 
cided to rest, in the very darkest of nowhere, 
obliging her occupants to await the dawn, while 
from the heavens poured the heaviest rainfall 
recorded for many a year. Her other major 



rebellion was the attack of temperament that 
caused her to stop on the car tracks and refuse 
to move until the motorman in the trolley be- 
hind her wearied of waiting and pushed her off. 
("Where art thou gone, light ankled youth?") 
Ah, but Dolores is good for many a year, 
and in the surprised exclamation of those whom 
she has transported thither and yon, "Well, it 
gets you there !" lies the most fitting tribute 
that can be paid to anything in the form of a 

Adelaid Bull, '36. 


As we neared the corral at Grand Canyon, 
I felt a mixture of emotions. Of course, I 
kept reminding myself, "Not everyone has a 
chance to go down the Canyon. It's a privilege. 
The sun is shining brightly ; it's a beautiful day. 
This is a wonder-spot of the world. My friends 
at home are envious." However, all these facts 
seemed minor details when the horrifying 
thought loomed large in my mind that I'd have 
to ride a burro ! 

Now I'm no sissy. But the nearest I had 
ever been to a burro was in an easy chair at 
home, looking at a pictured travel circular ! 

Cowboys were "ya-hooing" around on fine 
spirited horses. Perhaps horses of mettle look 
dangerous, but I was sure these horses could 
be reasoned with. Not so a sinister burro. 

* * * * 

We were at the corral. 

A smiling, toothless old guide tottered his 
bow-legged way over to me. 

"Mornin', lady! Here's yuh b'rro. Picked 
out 'Flo' for yuh — she's a young 'un. Never 
been down the treeail a'fore." 

Flo was led over. Never had I seen such a 
sneer. Her lips curled in contempt. 

"Wal, git on. Ride as yuh've nevah rid 
a'fore !" 

"I'll say," I thought grimly. 

Firmly placing my foot in a stirrup, I hoisted 
myself up. 

Flo took one step. 

I grasped, and clung desperately around her 
neck, my legs dangling. 

Finally, regaining confidence, with lips 
pressed firmly together, and forehead beady 
with perspiration, I swung a leg over Flo's 
ample hips (or whatever a burro has.) 

Now I felt quite jaunty. I had conquered 
the world. 

But Flo hadn't walked yet. 
Suddenly, with no warning Flo got it into 
her scheming brain to go out of the corral. 

I was terrified. Wanted to yell for the guide, 
but there, perched on the corral fence sat a 
row of grinning cowboys. 

"Be nonchalant !" I thought grimly. 

So, hitching and jerking along, I left the 
corral, and for one fleeting moment I saw 
my easy chair at home and the deceivingly in- 
nocent burro in the folder. 

I could sense Flo's laughter. 

"Well, I can't let a mere mule get the best 
of me." So I gently pulled the left rein. Much 
to my surprise Flo turned left. I repeated the 
process on the right with the same result. 

I looked around triumphantly. 

No one looked awestruck. I felt as though 
I had accomplished a breath-takingly dangerous 
feat. I had conquered a burro, and was master. 

This wasn't appreciated by the cowboys, but 
to this day, the winning of Flo ranks high 
among my accomplishments. 

Rosetta Case, '38. 


Silent, solemn and thoughtful, 

The moon looks down from above; 

First, it peers through a tiny crevice, 

And sees people and myriad lights scattered below; 

Curious, it peers still further until 

The crack grows into a half circle. 

It sees birdlike machines circling nearer and nearer; 

Then the moon in sudden consternation stares 

Through the crack which is quickly widening into 

A full, round face — which pauses a moment 

In its numerous observations to frown amusedly 

At the vain but concentrated efforts of mere man! 

Elena Magoni, '37. 




Left to right: Barbara Wheeler, Mary DeGroff, Rosetta Case, Rae Salisbury, Audrey Smith, Helen 

Raymond and Mary Kay Laffrey. 






In the summer of 1701, there was a move- 
ment for a college in Connecticut because of 
the distance to Harvard and to William and 
Mary, the only two colleges then in the Colo- 

Reverend James Pierpont, pastor of the New 
Haven Church, and a Harvard graduate of 
1681, was the prominent promoter of the col- 
lege. A few Connecticut pastors met in 
September of 1701, and decided to give a col- 
lection of books as a foundation for a college. 
Pierpont sent a paper to friends in Boston 
with suggestions for a draft of a charter to 
be procured from the legislature. The char- 
ter was granted, designating the college as a 
"Collegiate School," invested with the power 
of granting degrees. There were no restric- 
tions on the course of study or on religion. 

Organization under the charter took place in 
November, 1701, when seven trustees met at 
Saybrook, at the mouth of the Connecticut 
River, and voted to establish the college there, 
under the Reverend Mr. Pierson as rector. 
In March, 1702, the first student, Jacob Hem- 
ingway, of New Haven, was enrolled, and on 
September 16, 1702, the first Commencement 
was held at Saybrook Point. 

The charter promised 120 pounds annually 
from the Colony Legislature, and the tuition 
fees from the few students carried on the 

Rector Pierson died in 1707, leaving a repu- 
tation for good scholarship and for practical 
wisdom as an administrator. A manuscript 
textbook on natural philosophy which he wrote 
was used by the students for a quarter of a 

For six years two young tutors had charge 
of all classes. In 1713 efforts were begun for 
gifts to the school. As a result, nearly one 
thousand volumes of great value were sent 

from England to the Library, many of which 
are still there. Among these were gifts from 
Elihu Yale. 

In 1715 a grant of £500 was made for a 
house to shelter the possessions. There was 
a choice among Saybrook, Hartford and New 
Haven for the location. New Haven was 
chosen in 1716, and a rector's house and the 
college were built the following spring. In 
September, 1717, Commencement was cele- 
brated at New Haven for the first time. The 
trustees bought a library, arranged for twen- 
ty-two sets of rooms for students to be built. 

The Commencement of 1718 was a jubilant 
one, as a result of a cargo of gifts from Elihu 
Yale of London. As a result, the institution 
was named Yale College. Elihu Yale's father 
had taken part in the founding of New Haven, 
and Elihu was born in Boston. He later went 
to India to seek his fortune, and became Gov- 
ernor of Madras. He returned to London 
enormously rich. The University owns a full 
length portrait of him. 

In 1731, George Berkeley conveyed to Yale 
as a foundation for graduate scholarships and 
undergraduate prizes, his estate, and also sent 
a choice collection of books — about nine hun- 
dred volumes — for the library. The Berkeley 
scholarships and prizes are still annually 

A brick college was built in 1750; a brick 
chapel and library were begun in 1761 ; a brick 
building was erected for the dining hall and 
kitchen in 1782; and a new college dormitory 
was built in 1793. The state distributed nine 
thousand dollars in 1816 for increasing the 
dormitories as well as the classrooms. 

In 1777, there were 132 enrolled; in 1783, 
270; and in 1787 there was a decrease to 139. 
Up to the year 1920, 30,000 men had gradu- 
ated from Yale. 

The tuition of $33 in 1811 was increased to 
$39 in 1852. The price was raised in 1859 to 
$45, and in 1866 to $60, and in 1870 it reached 

Marjorie Gilbert, '37 . 
Edited by Mary Elton, '36. 




(An Account of Elegant Entertaining in 
England. ) 

The reign of Queen Victoria influenced every 
kind of work and every mode of living of the 
different classes of people of the time. During 
the Victorian era in England society was di- 
vided into three main classes, the upper, middle, 
and lower classes, into which a person was 
born. Regardless of what fame he won later, 
he was always a member of the same class. He 
could not raise his status. It was entirely a 
matter of birth, and the one advantage of the 
system was the elimination of the so-called 
"social climbing." 

Entertainment played a most important part 
in the life of the upper class. Colorful formal 
balls were held with great pomp and ceremony, 
and little concern for expense. Careful plan- 
ning preceded each social event, and the selec- 
tion of guests required the utmost concern. It 
was necessary to include the leaders and famous 
members of the class, and just as important to 
eliminate anyone from a lower class. 

Extravagance was the keynote of the ban- 
quets. Many courses of rich food and several 
kinds of wine were furnished at these lavish 

Large parties were often given in private 
homes rather than in public clubs, cabarets, 
and hotels, as is common today. This was 
made possible because the homes of the 
nobility were so spacious, and their servants so 
numerous. The houses were built with huge 
banquet halls and ballrooms, to accommodate 
enormous crowds. With their elegant costumes 
and graceful dancing, the balls were pictur- 
esque affairs. 

The larger balls of the day were managed by 
a committee of six ladies who made all the ar- 
rangements. It was a great accomplishment 
to receive an invitation to one of these balls. 
In fact, it was nearly as important to receive 
an invitation as to be titled. In order to receive 
an invitation one had to apply in writing, and 
send the note by a messenger. If accepted, one 

had to have proper dress to be admitted, and 
even then it was necessary to pass a long line 
of patronesses before the actual enjoyment of 
the ball took place. However, in spite of this 
rigidity and formality, the balls were very 

During the London season, balls were held 
each Wednesday evening at "Almack's," which 
was a suite of "assembly" and dining rooms 
situated in King Street, St. James's. One 
spoke of "Almack's" in a somewhat awed 
reverence to the famous "Assembly" balls held 
there, which represented to the highest degree, 
the spirit of patrician exclusiveness. 

Throughout the entire Victorian era there 
was a great deal of entertaining and merry- 
making in honor of birthdays, engagements, 
and other important events. Birthday cele- 
brations were most important, and the festive 
day was celebrated by a huge family gathering. 
All the relatives united for this occasion, and 
elaborate preparations were made. 

The dinner parties of the day were stiff, 
formal, and long drawn out. When the actual 
eating was over, the ladies strolled to the draw- 
ing room or library for after dinner coffee, 
while the men withdrew to another room, 
where they smoked. At that time the men 
did not smoke at functions in the presence of 

In her earlier years, Queen Victoria herself, 
was a great lover of graceful dancing, especially 
of the ballroom ballet. 

Age mingled with youth at the formal din- 
ners and balls, and the young ladies were just 
as pleased to dance with an elderly gentleman 
of rank, as with the younger men. There was 
a variety of dancing, but the waltz and polka 
were most popular. 

During this period the opera grew in pop- 
ularity, and Queen Victoria and her Prince 
Consort were devoted to it. The opera had a 
great influence on the drama of the day, and 
its influence was increased by the support of 
the Queen. 

It was especially important for every young 
lady of rank to be presented at court. Rich 



debutantes came from all over the world to be 
presented to the Queen. It was necessary to 
be introduced to court by a prominent lady, and 
to apply at the Lord Chamberlain's for a 
presentation card. This card had to be filled 
with information about the debutante, and read 
aloud at court by the Lord Chamberlain. 

Any peeress had the privilege of being kissed 
by the Queen. 

The men found their social life, apart from 
festivities which they attended with the ladies, 
in the exclusive men's clubs. Here they met 
and discussed topics of the day over their cof- 
fee, or read the pamphlets placed there for their 
convenience. Quiet and dignity characterized 
the clubs, and they were places of rest and re- 

Several of the clubs became famous because 
of their rare collection of silver, valuable por- 
traits, or because of the delicious food. 

The day's program for a person in the upper 
class was most interesting. Breakfast was 
called at nine o'clock, and began at ten. In 
the late morning the men engaged in sports or 
business, while the women played croquet or 
walked in the gardens. Reading, talking, and 
painting were indoor pleasures. Luncheon was 
at one. Then the duty of paying calls occupied 
most of the afternoon. After dinner at six, 
group singing and dancing took place until 
about nine, when coffee was served. Then the 
ladies said good night, and the men, dressed in 
dashing smoking jackets, retired to the gun 
room or the stables for a smoke. 

Children were rarely allowed to eat with 
their parents, and were kept under the strict 
supervision of nurses and governesses. Toys 
were few, and were sturdy articles made for 
durability rather than enjoyment. When a 
child was old enough, he was sent to boarding 
school. These schools were very strict, and in 
one school the children were given dope to 
keep them quiet. Fresh air and outdoor ex- 
ercise where not encouraged. 

Until a girl was married, she was almost 
never allowed to go out unchaperoned. Her 
governess or some relative accompanied her 

The young men were not expected to work, 
but spent their time in leisure. Riding was a 
favorite sport. In the afternoon there were 
teas, followed by dinner parties and the opera. 

At all times the young people were dressed 

An outstanding characteristic of the Vic- 
torian Era was snobbery. In 1880', society 
broadened out tremendously with the rising 
fortunes in shipping and manufacturing, which 
became great fields of investment by aris- 
tocracy. Many of the Victorian snobs came 
from the influx of the newer generation whose 
wealth was not derived from the land, but from 

Meredith R. Johnson, '37 . 
Edited by Margaret Pearl, '36. 


Newly born moon 

creeping upwards, 
Bright orange changing 

to a much paler hue. 
Moving, moving towards 

its unreachable destiny — 
The smoky clouds are 

floating in the star-scattered heavens, 
Drifting towards the proverbial face 

staring sceptically on this optimistic entity. 

The clouds gather fast and thickly 

as clouds always do. 
The moon, glaring and waiting, 

is swallowed 
By this suffocating 

profusion of elements. 
And by this same conquering foe, 

the moon temporarily vanishes, 
helplessly choked. 

Elaine Frank, '36. 


There is a moon tonight at Scraggy Neck. 
The pines are black along the wind swept shore. 
The tide swells high, I hear it breathing near, 
Like a huge beast you cannot see, but feel. 
The scrubby brush is crouching on the dunes 
As though it waited for the moon to dim 
That it might creep its way down to the sea 
And vanish with the turning of the tide. 
Oh, Scraggy Neck, you are so changed tonight 
I cannot feel I knew you once before. 

Betty Anderson, '36. 





Old and New Attics 

Have you ever ascended a flight of stairs, 
neat at the bottom, but gradually accumulating 
dust as you progress, to an attic? Attics are 
grand places ; they seem to express the aban- 
doned personalities of the house and of the 
inhabitants. Old attics are often romantic, 
containing many dear relics which the owner 
has never been able to destroy or get rid of. 
Young attics are usually just as cluttered as 
the older ones; a romantic air may not be 
prevalent, but they are just as interesting to 
a student of life. 

Our minds are our attics. Older people have 
almost all of their room occupied by trunks 
full of memories. Younger folks' are filled 
with prospects of the future, hopes of success, 
dreams of love to be ; all is scented with the 
fragrance of spring flowers — living, vital, pene- 
trating. In the mustier attics we feel, rather 
than smell, a softly pervading odor of lavender. 

Come with me to my attic! Perhaps we 
shall find a treasure that no one has yet dis- 
covered, more likely not. It is not very full 
yet. The first thing I see is an open book. 
This is my dream book. Many pages are 
spotted where tears fell because my dreams 
did not come true ; other pages are not turned 
yet. "The House of the Future is always 

Meredith Tillotson, '37 . 

conspicuous for its magnitude and appearance, 
stands a prominent golden chest, bearing the 
single but all-inclusive word, "Emotions." As 
I tenderly take out and dust off, one at a time, 
this assortment — animosity, ennui, devotion, 
anxiety, expectation, terror — I take particular 
pains to make out a correct list, and at the 
same time realize their tremendous importance 
in my home. 

A smaller chest draws my attention next. 
This contains my vocabulary, and though yet 
quite petit, it will some day occupy almost as 
prominent a place in my "attic" as that other 
stately chest. Here I come across many and 
varied pieces of furniture — some large and 
quite impressive, others small and yet quite 
necessary. Each day I endeavor to bring 
some novel work to aid in gradually increas- 
ing the contents of this important chest. 

Having completed my labors in this particu- 
lar portion of the attic, I glance toward a small 
portal, seemingly insignificant in its dullness 
and apparent uselessness. Yet I know that 
beyond this door, in that room of memories, 
lie my "keepsakes" — that multitude of past 
experiences and pictures, both sweet and sad, 
that life has painted for me. 

I leave this room with a feeling of happi- 
ness in my heart, knowing that many times in 
the future I shall come back to this corner of 
my home. 

Mary Rose, '37. 

A Few Corners of My Attic 

The beginning of Spring and, for some, a 
time of cleaning and renovating. The begin- 
ning of a new term, and for me, a time of 
weighing and readjusting. 

My principal concern lies in the "attic" of 
my home, where the mental furniture is care- 
fully stored and maintained for practical every- 
day use. 

Predominating over the entire chamber, and 


Many praises and thanks would I shower 
upon the brave woman who would dare to re- 
ject the latest fashion in evening dresses, and 
substitute a more comfortable and sane mode 
of apparel. The type of dress to which I refer 
decidedly has yards of worthless train, swishy 
skirts, and much of nothing at the top. 

Let us begin on the train. Unless one is 
especially practiced in the art of caring for this 
surplus material, great is the confusion, which 
ultimately ends in chagrin, when an innocent 
person treads on one of these silken trains and 



remains there. All is fine until the unfortunate 
wearer decides to move on. Even a debutante 
does not present an inspiring picture, sprawled 
on the floor. And all because of a train— an 
endless mass of cloth which caused some seams- 
tress hours of fret. A jumbled mass of mean- 
ingless apologies follow the descent to the floor, 
while the victim realizes that the surrounding 
crowd is stifling hearty laughs— if they are 
kind enough to stifle them. 

Emily Saxton, '37 . 

Primitive man, from whom we are all de- 
scended, was unfettered by modern ideas of 
dress and manners. My particular dislike is 
probably a throwback to my cave-man ances- 
tors, a prejudice that has thrived through all 
the centuries. 

Strange as it may seem, I hate shoes. The 
glorious freedom of going barefoot has ever 
been my greatest desire. The barefoot lads 
of Spain and Italy are perhaps the only people 
I really envy. 

Man has become softened and effete by 
centuries of easy living. The ruggedness of 
our ancestors has mostly disappeared. His 
feet had good arches because he walked on 
rough ground. Most of us could not walk on 
the hard pavements without shoes. For the 
sake of safety also, we must wear some cover- 
ing on our feet. 

I am aware of all these facts, yet I still have 
my strange prejudice. 

During the summer months I come as near 
to having bare feet as possible. Sandals are 
the very heaviest shoe I wear, and whenever 
possible I wear no shoes whatsoever. The 
feeling of springy grass or warm sand under 
my feet is as pleasing to my senses as are rare 
gems to some persons. 

This odd prejudice is one which I seldom 
confess. It seems foolish and primitive to 
other people. Nevertheless it is an unconquer- 
able instinct, and I fear that I shall never like 
to bind my feet in heavy shoes. 

Genevieve Hackett, '37. 


La Giacondaf It is beautiful, mysterious, 
haunting ; yes, but it is not my favorite picture. 
The Anatomy Lesson perhaps? No, my favo- 
rite is not a famous work of art. The artist 
is not Hals, Rembrandt, Da Vinci, or Fra 
Angelico. The artist is my grandmother; the 
picture, a water color of Gloucester Harbor. 

The scene is simple yet charming. In the 
foreground the lovely blues and greens of the 
harbor seem to shift before our eyes. Brightly 
colored boats, with sails furled, lazily bob on 
the waves. The colorful town buildings aris- 
ing from the waterfront are framed by a 
rose and saffron evening sky. The masts of 
the boats catch the light as they lift and fall. 
One can almost hear the swish of the water, 
the cries of the circling sea gulls, and the 
chiming of the church bells. 

My grandmother painted this lovely scene 
for me, and she specified on the back that it 
was for me alone. 

When I was older, she told me that the first 
time I had noticed natural beauty was when 
I was just learning to talk. My parents had 
taken me out in a sailboat; and as we were 
coming back, the sun, a ball of red fire, was 
going down. I reached out for it and ex- 
claimed, "Pitty!" 

Grandmother was told of the incident, and 
as a result I have my dearest possession, a pic- 
ture of Gloucester Harbor at sundown. 

Frances Woodruff, '37. 

"Whistler's Mother" was one of the first 
pictures I became acquainted with as a child. 
It will always hold a serene and majestic 
charm for me. The picture is not cold and 
haughty, but holds a touch of love, honor, and 
respect. I feel that the artist must have loved 
his model, and that the picture must have 
been a work of love. The figure is not glamor- 
ous, bold, or insincere, but very humble. It 
gives a feeling of serenity which is not tangible. 
If one were to pause during a busy and crowded 
day to gaze upon the face of the mother, one 
would feel refreshed and gratified. When I 



look at some modern art, I wonder if Whistler 
could paint in a like manner. The face of the 
mother is done in such great detail that I 
feel that she is not a cold picture, but a person 
to whom I might speak. Her dress is simple 
and unsophisticated, but it seems quite suited 
to her face. Her carriage is majestic and un- 
daunted. When I view such a picture I feel 
that I must thank God for giving to the world 
mothers that inspire their sons to do such 
magnificent work. Indeed the picture seems 
a fitting tribute to the mothers of all time. 

Meta Searles, '37. 


There it hung on the wall ! The most un- 
interesting and, to me, the most hideous pic- 
ture of all time. 

There was a period when pictured calendars 
were flooding the market. Advertisers brazen- 
ly spread huge colored pictures of their wares, 
or of the originators, or even pictures having 
nothing to do with the goods, above garishly 
printed tables of the months. 

A calendar was one of the necessary parts 
of the household furnishings ; so a calendar 
we had. This masterpiece hung in the kitchen 
of our apartment — a room so located that the 
bedrooms were reached by going through this 
inevitable room where "it" hung. It was Lydia 
Pinkham with her granddaughter, and she al- 
ways smiled benignly down upon me. 

Whenever a cloud had burst upon the horizon 
of my life, I would only have to look at Lydia 
Pinkham. I tried to walk through without 
looking at her kindly countenance, but an 
unearthly magnetism literally dragged my eyes 
from their innocent survey of things that were 
of more interest. 

Parental remonstrances, given with physical 
force, were often administered to me in the 
kitchen. Dear Lydia Pinkham seemed to smile 
in a knowing way, and her eyes seemed to spell 
out a message of love, "That's what you de- 
serve !" 

The year went all too slowly. Mother, im- 
pervious to my distress, kept the picture of 

pictures upon the wall until the very last day 
of the year. 

A wave of revulsion swept over me, and 
then it was that I realized that I had the long- 
ings of a murderess. I actually ached to mu- 
tilate that smiling face. Unfortunately I had 
been taught never to touch anything that was 
not absolutely mine; so I kept my murderous 
designs to myself. 

The new year dawned at last! My only 
wish was to send Lydia to a place where all 
smiling angels finally go. My wish was granted. 
First I took malicious glee in the childish act 
of disfiguring her face with pencil, turning it 
from a "better than thou," to a broken down 
old woman. That was not enough. Cardboard 
could tear so easily, and I did hate Lydia so 
very much. 

Literally millions of small pieces of cardboard 
fluttered into the fire, as I gleefully gazed at 
the empty space where the picture had hung. 
The hideous wall of distaste and hate had 
broken down like the walls of Jericho, and I 
was able to breathe easily again. 

Dorothy Morgan, '37. 


Perfume, I believe, is one of the oldest de- 
vices for enhancing woman's charms. Essences 
and sweet oils are mentioned often in the Bible. 
Farther back in time, the ancient Egyptians 
used them, as Egyptologists have discovered 
when examining the contents of the Pyramids 
and the tombs in the Valley of the Kings. 
Therefore the lineage of perfume is a long one, 
and the tales of its fatal lure innumerable. 

Perfume, and any odor, have always been a 
sensitive point with me, because my olfactory 
sense resembles slightly that of a pure-blooded 
beagle. Places have for me identifying odors, 
as have my friends. This, of course, is much 
to their dismay when I am crude enough to 
mention so bold a fact. Certain blends of per- 
fume recall to me definite memories, such as 
where I was, or what I was doing when I first 
sniffed that particular fragrance. 

Gardenia always will remind me of the years 



between seventeen and nineteen, when frivolity 
of any sort first became a part of my life. It 
recalls "heavenly" Proms, and "divine" nights 
at the Sheraton Room when I felt really quite 
the gorgeous creature, all because of a corsage 
of the aforementioned flora upon my right 
shoulder. It reminds me of the piece "Night 
and Day," and similar girlish and inconsequen- 
tial bits of mental rubbish for which the trite 
adjectives "divine" and "heavenly" suffice. 

"Dandy D'Orsay," if perchance I catch its 
fragrance in a theatre or a crowd, at once 
brings back the day I was on my way to the 
races in Havana, and a vendor tossed a tiny 
sample bottle of it into the car and my lap. 
Of course the whole atmosphere of Cuba spells 
adventure and romance. That day was per- 
haps one of the loveliest in my life. So it is 
always very pleasant to receive even a momen- 
tary whiff as a reminder of that glorious holi- 

These examples show that the chief effect 
upon me of perfume is merely in arousing 
memories. Perhaps there are many men who 
would be bachelors today, had an innocently 
sweet odor at one time served only for recol- 
lection. But, sad to relate, many a former man- 
about-town is a dull suburbanite today, all be- 
cause of a small flagon with a French label 
attached ! 

Yardley's "Old English Lavender" spells 
school to me, because its fragrance greets me 
in soap form in my morning tub, then in tal- 
cum powder, and in toilet water. My use for 
it is practical and cleanly and energetic. 

Conversely, because of practically a deluge 
of Burjois at Christmas "Evening in Paris" 
reminds me of this winter's week-ends, and 
social occasions like New Year's breakfast or 
the Christmas Tea Dance. 

Various fragrances bind together the differ- 
ent eras of my life. Parma violets represent 
early childhood, because Mother always wore 
it then, and it would drift to my nostrils when 
she leaned over to kiss me goodnight. Vitalis, 
which most certainly smells like perfume, no 
matter how vigorously the rugged male denies 

it, reminds me of my first years at the Assem- 
blies, when scrubbed and shining young men 
approached diffidently to request a dance. How 
slick was their sandy hair, how neat! And 
how it simply reeked of that blossom-like odor. 
Ah, wilderness! 

If a person is meticulously clean and neat, a 
suitable fragrance is very charming. But some 
school girls appear to use it as an apology for 
a lack of cleanliness — which could well be 
prohibited by law. And, if one must be basic, 
one of the nicest smells to me is the faint 
trace of soap in the immaculate odor of a 
scrubbed body and shining hair. 

Ah, perfume has a definite effect, all right, 
upon me and all mortals. But being feminine, 
I have never fallen a prey to its lethal snares. 

Countessa Wood, '37 . 


Mists, light and filmy, rising. 
I see within; 

Joy, Happiness, and Laughter. 
Joy to hold and to keep; 
Happiness everlasting; 
Laughter, carefree and gay. 

Laughter, filling the world 
With its cheer, 
Now fades into nothing; 
Leaving behind it 
Mists, light and filmy, 
Softly falling. 

Happiness, filling our hearts 

With rapture, 

Goes its way, leaving 

A shadow of sorrow, 

Leaving behind it, 

Mists, light and filmy. 

And Joy, the last ray of hope, 

Dimming our eyes 

With its brilliance, 

Now has departed, 

Leaving behind 

Mists, light and filmy, 

Now softly falling. 

Elena Magoni, '37. 




The semi-tropical setting of Florida and the 
tempestuous lives of the characters, unite to 
produce a book packed with action. 

A young, disillusioned Englishman is exiled 
by his family to a broken-down dwelling owned 
by them. On arrival, he finds two orphan chil- 
dren, Allie and Luke, "squatting" on his land. 
They resent his claim, but as time passes, be- 
come reconciled. Tordell is redeemed in spirit, 
and eventually finds happiness in the com- 
panionship of Camilla. 

Dynamic and stirring in plot, this book gives 
one a lasting acquaintance with the characters. 
From start to finish, Golden Apples by Mar- 
jorie Kinnan Rawlings, is dramatic and power- 


Blood Relations by Sir Philip Gibbs is a stir- 
ring view of the past war as seen by an ideal- 
istic English girl and her sentimental German 

Countess Paul Von Arnesberg was a bride 
when the war broke out in 1914. Her hus- 
band entered the German army, leaving her in 
the care of his German family, where she was 
torn between English and German loyalties. 
Since the war, she and her husband have 
watched the growth of their son and a bewil- 
dered Germany, led by a one-time nobody, 

This book is gripping, with never a dull 
page. It makes one think ; and that, I believe, 
is the best compliment one could pay to an 


Second Hoeing by Hope Williams Sykes re- 
lates the constant fight over the beet soil in 
Colorado, and the struggles of a courageous 
woman, Hannah. 

Hannah is introduced as a young girl, eager 
and youthfully selfish, who matures into a self- 
sacrificing woman. Her untiring efforts suc- 
ceed in holding her family together after the 
death of her mother. 

Second Hoeing is tender, vivid, and alive. 
It is not just a back-to-the-earth novel, or just 
another tale devoted to the struggles of a sin- 
cere farm family. It is a compelling book and 
well written. 

Virginia Hausler, '36. 


Something new ! 

Do we dare to try? 
Adventure ! 

Shall we stay behind? 
Pitfalls ! 

Can't we climb again? 
Pathfinding ! 

Could we lose our way? 
Spirit ! 

Doesn't that surround us? 
Expression ! 

Aren't we bursting for an outlet? 
Reward ! 

Aren't we utilizing work and hours? 
Future ! 

Will not time protect us? 

Elaine Frank, '36. 


Dampened sod and warmer sun 
Is a sign that Spring has come. 
Pilling stream and drying street — 
Winter's ultimate defeat. 

Welcome April, March, and May! 
With you comes the longer day; 
Budding crocus 'neath your feet 
Armfuls of forsythia sweet. 

Winter dying; Spring is born; 
So is night before the dawn. 
Circumstances of despair 
Tossed aside with winter care 
Melt 'neath warm and sunny air 
Giving way to things more fair. 

Hildegarde Baxter, '36. 




Spring is here and the violent basketball 
games and swimming meets of the winter of '36 
have gone into history. The big BLUE- 
WHITE, All-Star basketball game was held 
on March 12. The Blues were victorious and 
the fight between the two colors was a rip- 
roaring one. Of the swimming meets that were 
held, the entrants were enthusiastic, but too 
few in number. 

Before spring vacation, tests were taken for 
crew eligibility, consisting of a strength and 
swimming test. Crew practice began the week 
of April twentieth. Small canoes were first 
used for those who had not had previous crew 
experience. War canoe practice began April 
29. Stiff backs and aching muscles do not 
deter those who go out for this most popular 
of all sports at Lasell. A few days previous to 
River Day, which comes May 27th, the sur- 
vivors of the crew rigors are selected for the 
big races. 

Along with the introduction of crew, the 
field sports have begun. Every day until Field 
Day, which is scheduled for May 19 (provided 
that day is fair), the field will be a center of 
javelin-throwing, high jumping, hurdling, 
broad jumping, basketball throwing and rac- 

Baseball has joined hands with the major 
sports and is being popularly accepted. On 
Field Day a Blue- White game will be played. 

Incidentally, Field Day is a day devoted to 
contests and races on the field, and supper is 
served "picnic style." 

Golf has its following again this year. Mar- 
guerite Mooney, head of that sport, has ar- 
ranged for "pro" instruction for the Golf 
Club members. 

Virginia Hausler, '36. 


The moonlight breaks upon the slowly stirring lake 

In little ripples, 

Like a great sheet of shimmering metal drape. 

Now the breeze whips into playful fury; 

The lake trembles with sudden fear, 

Then settles down until the breeze returns 

Once more to play. 

Elena Magoni, '37. 


February 2 — Dr. Ashley Day Leavitt spoke 
at Vespers. 

February 3 — Beginning of second semester. 
Seven new courses offered. Honor roll of 61 
students announced. 

February 7-10 — White Mountain Trip. 

February 11 — Dr. Frederick Phleger of Har- 
vard gave an illustrated lecture, "The Parade 
of the Living," showing the development of 
man by evolution. 

February 16 — Mrs. William Oliver, a 
worker among the migrates of the United 
States, spoke at Vespers. She vividly described 
the need of home life and education for the 

February 17 — The Art Club had charge of 
chapel program and presented several tableaux 
to illustrate the type of dress worn in colonial 

February 18 — Dr. Frederick Phleger of Har- 
vard gave his third illustrated lecture contin- 
uing his discussion of evolution. 

February 19 — Formal organization of a La- 
sell German Club with Margaret Pearl as 

February 20 — First formal tea at Bragdon. 

February 21 — Professor Mervyn Bailey of 
Boston University spoke on Spanish Art. 

Lasell turned back the pages of history and 
appeared at dinner in colonial costumes to cele- 
brate Washington's birthday. Candlelight, soft 
music, and graceful dresses made the affair dig- 
nified and charming. 

February 23 — Mayor Edwin Childs of New- 
ton spoke on "Undeveloped Resources" in our 

February 25 — The headmaster of Thayer 
Academy, Mr. Stacey B. South worth, told in- 
cidents from the lives of Washington and Lin- 

February 29 — Senior Prom at Longwood 

March 1 — Dr. Daniel Marsh, president of 
Boston University, spoke at Vespers and sug- 
gested a study of words during the Lenten 

March 3 — "Personal Experiences in India" 
was the title of an assembly lecture by Dr. 



Murray Titus. He told of the lives of India's 
three living leaders, Rabindrinath Tagore, Ma- 
hatma Gandhi, and Dr. Ambedkar. 

March 6 — Dr. Bancroft Beatley, president of 
Simmons College, spoke on the development of 
higher education for women. 

March 6-7 — The Ghost Train presented 
by the Dramatic Club brings thrills and chills 
to its audience. 

March 8 — Miss Mara Popova, an exchange 
student from Bulgaria, charmed Lasell with 
her impressions of America, and gave a short 
description of her own country. 

March 9 — The German Club enjoyed a trip 
to the Fine Arts Theatre to see Slalom. 

March 12 — Two Boston University students, 
Mr. Harold Whitlock and Mr. Paul Wilkinson, 
led the Christian Endeavor meeting. 

March 14 — Wellesley Country Club was the 
scene of the Junior Prom. 

March 15 — Lasell enjoyed a musical pro- 
gram at Vespers with Mr. William Cooke and 
Mr. Harold Schwab. 

March 16 — Art Club initiation and twenty- 
six juniors were made members of the or- 

March 17 — "Neptune's Kingdom" was the 
idea carried out by the Orchestra and Glee 
Club at the annual Pop Concert. 

March 18— Mr. Mason Sharp of the Au- 
burndale Methodist Church spoke in chapel 
with his theme "Remember Jesus as the Hope 
of the World." 

March 19 — Second formal tea at Bragdon. 

March 20 — Lasell experienced a personally 
conducted tour to Haiti with Mr. Karl Thayer 
Soule, Jr. 

March 21 — Junior School dance at the Barn. 

March 22 — Dr. Boynton Merrill spoke at 
Vespers on the ever-present God. 

March 25 — An informal musicale was given 
by the students of the music department. 

March 27-April 7— Easter vacation. 

April 7 — Dr. Winslow's former roommate, 
Mr. Walter H. Belcher, gave an informal talk 
on candy and its food value. 

April 8 — Mrs. Dorothy Bernard sang two 
groups of folk songs during assembly period. 

April 9 — Several history students visited 
Mrs. Jack Gardner's Palace with Miss Black- 

April 12 — The editor of Zion's Herald, Dr. 
L. O. Hartman, described his airplane trip 
from Paris to India and showed the need for 
more missionaries in India. 

April 13 — Musical program at German Club 

April 16 — Third formal tea in the library. 

April 17 — Professor Mervyn J. Bailey lec- 
tured in assembly. 

April 19 — Dr. Phillips E. Osgood spoke at 

April 22— The Orphean Club with Mr. 
Earle Spicer, baritone, gave the annual con- 
cert at the Auburndale Club. 

April 23 — The Art Club sponsored a tea and 
exhibition of water colors and paintings done 
by members of the Hobby School. 

April 25 — Junior- Senior formal dance at the 
Hotel Somerset. 

April 26— "My Ideal Girl" was the subject 
of Dr. Raymond Calkin's talk at Vespers. 

April 28 — Mr. Francis Russell spoke at as- 
sembly with the title of his lecture, "Hitler's 
Germany — Why and Where To?" 


The important events of Commencement 
Week are as follows: 

Wednesday, June 3 — Commencement Con- 

Thursday, June 4, 3 :30 p.m. — Garden Party ; 
Crowning of Queen ; Style Show ; 2 :30 to 6 :00 
p.m. — Home Economics and Art Exhibitions. 

Friday, June 5 — President's Reception. 

Saturday, June 6, 3 :30 p.m. — Alumnae 
Meeting; 8:30 p.m. — Class Night Exercises. 

Sunday, June 7, 4:00 p.m. — Baccalaureate 
Sermon by Walter Earl Ledden, A.M., D.D. 

Monday, June 8, 8:30 a.m. — Last Chapel; 
10:45 a.m. — Commencement Exercises; Ad- 
dress by Charles Neal Barney, A.M., LL.B. ; 
1 :00 p.m. — Commencement Luncheon. 



Webster defines "precedence" as "something 
previously done, serving as an example to be 
followed." Strengthened by such a universally 
accepted authority, we take pleasure, as usual, 
in opening our PERSONALS program with 
the announcement of weddings and weddings- 
to-be : 

January 4 — Elizabeth Leanna Bear, '31, and 
Mr. Eugene Lucas DeStaebler at Evanston, 

February 17 — Millicent Hough Thomson, 
'33, and Mr. Harold A. Hammer at Wethers- 
field, Conn. Mr. and Mrs. Hammer are now 
at home at 65 North Main Street, Uxbridge, 

March 5 — Enid Fay Bacharach, '33-'34, and 
Mr. Ferdinand N. Phillips III at New York, 
New York. Mr. and Mrs. Phillips' present ad- 
dress is Hotel Fensgate, 534 Beacon Street, 

March 14 — Evelyn Douglass, '28, and Dr. 
Langdon Austin Hooper at Staten Island, N. 

Ruth Gerry, '31, and Mr. Richard Carlton 
Means at Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

March 17— Mary Cordner, '32-'33, and Mr. 
Joseph Hugh Freehill at Middletown, N. Y. 

March 27— Barbara Helen McLellan, '18, 
and Mr. Robert W. McCormick at Boston, 

Harriet Christine Cole, '31, and Mr. Wil- 
liam Cleaton Lewis at Pittsburgh, Pa. 

March 28— Marjorie Gertrude Wagner, '28, 
and Mr. Allan Jamison Coleman, Jr., at 
Chicago, 111. Their new address is 7306 Green- 
iew Avenue, Chicago. 

April 4— Betty Condit, '31, and Mr. Wer- 

ner Hans Kessel at Beardstown, 111. Mr. and 
Mrs. Kessel are now at home at 2609 Hamp- 
den Court, Chicago. 

April 11— Mary McConn, '29, and Mr. 
Thomas Paul Maguire at Evanston, Illinois. 

April 12— Edith Abbott Brace, '19, and Mr. 
Donald Vanderburg Chapman at Tampa, Fla. 
After the fifteenth of May, Mr. and Mrs. Chap- 
man will be at home at 2923 El Prado Boule- 
vard, Tampa, Fla. 

April 18— Dorothy Plattner, '31-'32, and 
Mr. Melvin V. Chevers at North Attleboro, 

We have received word of the following en- 
gagements : Margaret McClaren, '32, to Mr. 
Charles Seymour Rogers of Lenox, Mass. ; 
Marion Streeter (Sept-Dec, '28) to Mr. 
Harold Mansfield Hauser of Marion, Kan. ; 
and Virginia Bacon, '32-'33, to Mr. Lindsey 
Hooper, Jr., of Newton Center, Mass. 

Lasell's heartiest congratulations to these our 
former Lasell girls. 


The PERSONALS Editor has just had a 
thrilling call from one of your classmates, 
Mabel Straker Kimball, who is enthusiastic 
over a grand class reunion — your Twentieth 
Anniversary. But one glance at this young 
girl graduate makes us feel sure that Mabel is 
slipping when it comes to reckoning the years. 
Please don't fail to answer to your class roll 
call at Lasell June 7. Your Alma Mater will 
greatly appreciate your presence here and 

To the tune of : 

' '31 is coming and we don't need shoving 
For we're the class with plenty of pep — " 
Already several of the Class of 1931 have 
sent word to their secretary that they will be 
on hand to celebrate on June 6 that which 
promises to be a gala occasion — the Fifth Re- 
union of the Class of 1931. Karin Eliasson, 
life secretary, would like to take this oppor- 
tunity to welcome each of her classmates and 
urges as many as possible to return. 



To prove that : 

"We love the school that beats all the rest, 

In the North, South, East, or West. 

Let's get aboard 

To cheer for the Class of '31." 

A word from "Cindy" King to the members 
of '35 : "Let's report at Lasell in record-break- 
ing numbers for Alumnae Day: the meeting 
is at three-thirty in the Library ; arrange to 
stay for dinner, and then to the tent to back 
our Junior Sisters' Class Night ! Notices will 
soon be sent concerning '35's Luncheon to be 
held on Saturday, June 6. I wish that all the 
girls who can possibly come will be at Lasell 
to make our first reunion a memorable one." 

Who can ever forget Louise Puckett Neill, 
'23, and her dynamic career at Lasell. Her 
loyalty to her Alma Mater is again evidenced in 
this report to Dr. Winslow : 

"I have been intending all winter to drop 
you a note about the activities of the Buffalo 
Lasell Club. In October, we were entertained 
in Lockport at the home of Lucia Lingham, 
'27-'28. We had a good meeting and a de- 
lightful social gathering followed. Among 
those present was Annabeth Williams, '34. We 
are so happy to welcome these new girls into 
our club. 

"This month we will have a lovely party at 
the Park Lane Apartment Hotel, to which we 
are bringing our husbands, our fiances or just 
gentlemen friends, as the case may be. We 
expect to have a fine time and are looking 
forward to meeting the 'better halves.' We 
would like to carry out the decorations, etc., in 
the Lasell idea and wondered if we might se- 
cure a few Lasell seals for our place cards. 

"The Lasell Nezvs comes to me regularly. 
Enjoy it thoroughly, even though I find in it 
so many new names. At each meeting I take 
all the papers and distribute them among the 

"Please give my love to Mrs. Winslow, Miss 
Potter, Miss Wright and everyone who re- 
members me. 

L. P. N." 

We were disappointed that "Pinkey's" plan 
to visit Lasell at Eastertide did not materialize. 

We call the attention of Nature lovers to 
the March issue of the magazine Horticulture. 
This number contains a unique contribution 
by Nell Jones Yeomans, '05, entitled "Garden 
Scrap Books." Our Alumna herself is a de- 
votee of the outdoor life. She gives a fascinat- 
ing description of this novel home-made library 
composed of scrap books containing pictures 
of plant life, bound in colors corresponding as 
far as possible to the subject matter. Some of 
the books are given over to clippings from the 
articles of well-known authorities on plant life. 
This nature library of 150 books is the work 
of Mrs. Joseph H. Barnhardt, an enthusiastic 
member of the Danville (Illinois) garden club. 

Miss Gertrude Perkins of the Brookline 
High School faculty still keeps in touch with 
her former associates at Lasell Junior College. 
Like friendly relations continue unbroken be- 
tween Lasell and Misses Rivers Ellett and Ida 
Bunting, former members of our Music De- 
partment. We are especially indebted to 
Lasell's assistant Dean and principal of our 
Junior School, Mrs. Statira P. McDonald, 
whose hospitality brings us more or less in 
contact with these former faculty members. 

Lasell's First Lady, our Mrs. Winslow, has 
just been chosen president of the Auburn- 
dale Review Club. Recently the members of 
the club were entertained at our college. At 
this meeting the hostess gave a paper on the 
training of children. One of the favored guests 
declared, "The talk was ideal for Mrs. Winslow 
spoke from her own experience and as usual 
the message was rich in literary value." 

It's a long, long time since Marian Brown 
Weber, '22, visited her Alma Mater, but re- 
cently through the courtesy of her mother we 
received a family group picture taken in 
Marian's charming Easthampton home. The 
group includes our Marian, her husband, their 
little daughter, Eunice, son Irving, and also 
Marian's parents. 

Not often do we get en rapport with an "old 
girl" living for a season overseas. At the re- 
union of the L. A. A. Marjorie Morrison Co- 



burn, '17, shared with us a letter just received 
from Hazel Brady, '17. Hazel writes from 
Paris, France: "I plan to stay in Paris until 
June, unless the exchange grows much worse. 
As to the Italian situation— it is not 'played up' 
in the papers here as in America. One reason 
may be the French are more interested in their 
own domestic problems. 

"Have been attending the New York School 
of Design and Applied Art, but my semester 
is up this week and I am changing to a French 
school. Will also devote my time to research 
in the museums, which is what I came for 

"Spent the holidays with friends in Cannes 
on the Riviera. I loved it there and only 
wished I could have stayed all winter. Saw 
quite a few of the couturier winter collections 
— Molyneux, Jenny, Maggy Rouff and others. 
It was very thrilling and inspiring! 

"I am living in a pension on the Left Bank 
and it's an experience. But the people are 
interesting and it's the least expensive way to 
live. With all good wishes to you and your 

We appreciate the privilege of sharing this 
interesting report with so many of Hazel's 
Lasell friends. 

No "old girl" living at a distance keeps in 
closer touch with Lasell than does May 
Thielens Peeples, '04-'05. Now that we have 
had her gifted daughter, Persis-Jane (January- 
June, '35) on our roll, we feel the bond be- 
tween us stronger than ever. Mrs. Peeples' 
last letter contained a charming group picture 
of the mother, her four sons and daughter. 
The programs she enclosed included the entire 
family for each is an artist in his or her line. 
Our congratulations to this loyal "old girl" 
and her gifted family ! 

The delayed spring seemed to speed up a bit 
after our recent call from Evelina Perkins, '15. 
She had just been a guest at the Lasell Prac- 
tice House; was enthusiastic over the hospi- 
tality received, and we believe has promised to 
accept the director's invitation to return later 

and tell the group about her own successful 
work in the department of Home Economics. 

On the back of Helen Brady's ('17) French 
envelope, Julia Kittredge, '17-' 19, a guest at 
the Lasell Midwinter Reunion, made this note : 
"I am working at Amherst State College." 
We gathered from our brief interview with 
Julia that she is highly enjoying her work. 

Mary Potter McConn, '05, and her husband 
are again in Minneapolis after a winter spent 
in Biloxi, Louisiana, as guests of Mrs. Mc- 
Conn's parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. F. Potter. 
En route north they spent Easter Sunday with 
Julia Potter Schmidt, '06, and her husband in 
their Evanston, Illinois, home. 

The April copy of the Missionary Review 
of the World contains an article "Undergird- 
ing the Christian Home," written by Clemen- 
tina Butler (January- June, '80). As chairman 
of the Interdenominational Committee on 
Christian Literature for Women and Children 
in mission fields, Miss Butler and the members 
of her committee are contributing most valuable 
and needed service in furnishing the children 
of the non-Christian nations with Christian 
magazines and lovely pictures illustrating the 
life of Christ. 

So often Ella Richardson Cushing's {'72)) 
letters include valuable messages from her La- 
sell contemporaries and news from younger 
graduates we have come to feel that our dear 
"Mother" Cushing is a sort of Alumnae Asso- 
ciation "all on her own." Notwithstanding 
storm, hurricane, frigid temperatures and some 
physical infirmities, Life to her, she declares, 
"still seems infinitely worthwhile." Alice 
Clarke Dodge, '96, expresses her appreciation 
of Mrs. Cushing's willingness to share through 
the Leaves excerpts from letters received from 
her "old and new girl friends." Writes Mrs. 
Dodge : "From your classmates' letters, Mrs. 
Cushing, I can visualize the glorious good times 
you must have had at dear Lasell in that long 
ago." Mrs. Cushing often refers in terms of 
loving appreciation to her friendship with 



Clara Krome Wilson, '95-97, and Helen Little- 
field, 72. 

Miss Annie Eliza Clark, a former member of 
our faculty, has recently passed "into the day 
unhemmed by night." She was at one time the 
director of our Art Department and during 
the many years since her service at Lasell, 
Miss Clark has shown a keen interest in our 
college. Lasell's tenderest sympathy is ex- 
tended to her bereaved sister, our Ellen Clark 
Gill, 70. 

Mildred Snyder Grant, '10, has written from 
New Orleans : "This time I am going to do 
something other than to 'resolve' to write. It 
has been such a joy to find so many familiar 
names in the current issue of the Leaves, but 
Oh, what a very 'old girl' I do feel ! 

"Nevertheless, my wonderfully happy days 
at Lasell stand out as vividly in my memory as 
though I had been there just last year, and the 
only change that seems to have taken place is 
that my appreciation of those days has grown 
deeper with every year that has passed. I do 
so covet a Lasell experience for my older girl, 
Betty, who is at present a Freshman in Miss 
McGehee's School in New Orleans. Inciden- 
tally, this is such an outstanding school in this 
community scholastically that I would like 
to see some contact made between it and Lasell 
Junior College. 

"Are there any other Lasell girls living in 
New Orleans at present other than Mary Free- 
man Wisdom, '26, Claire Hightower, '30, and 
myself? We all live within three blocks of 
each other, but we do wish there were a larger 
group here. 

"It might be of interest to some of the other 
classes that it is possible to keep a Class Let- 
ter in circulation. Do you know that 1910's 
letter reaches each one of us about every twen- 
ty months and even our children look forward 
eagerly to its coming. We haven't much news 
to relate sometimes and our letters are made 
up largely of kodak pictures. Of course it 
could never have been done without Olive 
Bates Dumas as our Life Secretary. 

"I would not be a normal mother if I 
neglected to tell you of my little family and to 
boast a bit of my fine husband. The children 
are Betty thirteen, Walter, Jr., seven, and 
Mary Ursula four. 

"Personally, I cannot boast of any particular 
accomplishments. My time seems to be en- 
tirely taken up in the management of the home 
and the effort to guide the young lives in it! 
I have some outside interests, chief among 
which is my work with a group of fifty children 
of junior age in our church school. 

"I am daily convinced that my life has been 
inexpressibly enriched because of the guidance 
of the dear friends at Lasell. Please say to 
Dr. and Mrs. Winslow that they are included 
in this greeting and Miss Irwin, whom I re- 
member with such pleasure!" 

Emma Lazarus asks in one of her charming 
poems: "Hast thou beheld the deep glad eye 
of one who has persisted and achieved?" We 
thought of this when we read Edith Downey's 
('34) late message to Miss Irwin. This young 
collegiate writes to our Registrar : "Thank you 
for having suggested Beaver College to me." 
Edith will take her A.B. degree in June, but 
not satisfied with that is planning later to take 
a medical laboratory course at Yale University. 

We are glad to report that two of our stu- 
dents who have had a prolonged absence on 
account of illness are convalescing. These La- 
sellites are Betty Reagan, '38, and Augusta 
Williamson, '37. 

Under the caption "Manuscript Club Prizes," 
a Boston daily reports: Winners of prizes in 
the recent contest for stories, poetry and feature 
articles conducted by the Manuscript Club of 
Boston : First Prize, Dorothy Burnham Eaton 
(Lasell, '20). And again under the awards 
for poetry, our Dorothy received Honorable 
Mention. The Leaves has previously pub- 
lished several of Dorothy's charming children's 
poems. Congragulations and Godspeed to La- 
sell's young bard. 

Janet Kennedy's (*30-'32) occupation at 
present is that of teaching. She is on the facul- 



ty of an institution for deaf and dumb children, 
and in addition is taking some subject at Bates 
College. It was a joy to welcome Janet home 
even though accurately speaking, she tarried at 
Lasell just long enough to say "Good morning" 
and "Good-bye." 

Dear Mabel Crowe, '34, we easily recog- 
nized you in that group picture which came to 
us at Eastertide, but who, pray, was the other 
L. W. D.? 

The wife of our college treasurer, Jane Ford 
Amesbury, '01 -'03, has just been elected presi- 
dent of the Woman's Association of the Au- 
burndale Congregational Church. In the words 
of one of the new president's co-workers, "the 
honor is well deserved." Lasell's congratula- 
tions to Mrs. Amesbury and to the Woman's 
Association, who are to serve under her leader- 

We are indebted to the Publicity Department 
of Tufts College for the following news item: 
Priscilla Seavey, '32-'33, daughter of Georgia 
Duncan Seavey, '02, and a Senior at Jackson, 
has just been elected a member of the Senior 
Committee, arranging for the banquet held dur- 
ing Commencement week-end. 

And now this recent happy note from Vera 
Clauer, '22: "It has been a busy time for me 
since I was in Boston last fall. The first of 
the year the company I have been with for 
five years transferred me to another state to 
be district manager. In March, however, I 
was again transferred to the state of Matri- 
mony — and it is a grand state, too. 

"I was married March 21st in South Bend, 
Indiana, and it seems strange that my hus- 
band was born and lived within a block of my 
home for ten years, and yet I did not meet 
him until last year. 

"Am expecting to make another trip East 
later in the year and then have a real visit at 
Lasell. The Leaves keeps me in touch with 
the happenings of the girls I knew at college 

and I do enjoy that feature. I have not kept 
in very close contact but will always be a 'true 
Lasell girl.' " 

Vera's name and address is Mrs. Edwin 
Carl Hans, 906 Leland Avenue, South Bend, 

Betty Clark, '35, describes her recent visit 
at Lasell as a "delight" from beginning to end. 
It was certainly a glad surprise to have her 
with us. We are counting on Betty's return- 
ing in June. 

Again the Personals Editor was un- 
fortunately away when Anne Litchfield Bla- 
mire, '32, called April 20. We were grieved 
to learn of the passing away of Anne's little 
baby, whose birthday was on March 12. 

The Personals Editor is still reverting to 
the initial meeting of the Worcester County 
Lasell Club, a report of which appears in 
another column of the Leaves. In her "write- 
up" of this birthday party the modest newly- 
elected Secretary fails to make mention of a 
delightful luncheon at the Worcester Country 
Club which preceded the meeting where the 
guests of honor, Josephine Woodward Rand, 
'10, ex-president of the L. A. A., and Dean 
Potter, '80, enjoyed the gracious hospitality of 
President Dorothy Inett, '30, and Secretary 
Marion Kingdon Farnum, '29. At this first 
meeting of the W. C. L. C. were gathered the 
few following interesting news items : 

Hazel Merritt, '33, is secretary at the Spen- 
cer Trask & Company, brokerage house. 

Elsie Bigwood Cooney's (T7-'19) note 
reads : "Just a plain mother trying to care for 
a thirteen-year-old daughter. I am very hap- 
pily married." 

Europa B. Harris, '34-'35 : "A first year 
student at Middlesex Medical College in Wal- 
tham. Hope to become an M.D. some day." 

Gertrude Heath, '35, has a secretarial posi- 
tion at the Massachusetts Protective Associa- 
tion in the Claim Department. 

Eleanor Ramsdell, '35: "Am attending the 



Fairchild Office School, completing my course 
in June. May take office position after that — ■ 
if anybody wants a good secretary." 

Ruth Berg Lindquist, '15-'16: "Married to 
a physician : I have a son twelve years old. 
Also have a position in my father's Real Es- 
tate and Insurance Office." 

Dr. Mary C. Shannon, '20-'21, received her 
Medical degree in 1927. Frances Wright, '14- 
'15, is now conducting a studio for jewelry and 
silversmithing in the studios of the Worcester 
Arts and Crafts Guild. Teaches Metalcraft 
to four classes weekly as well as working on 
private orders and admitted she has worked 
up "a splendid little business." 

The last word from Emily Ingwersen, '34, 
added to our joy at Eastertide, but we are still 
wishing for a fuller report. Please write again 
soon, dear Emmy. 

Mercedes Rendell Freeman, '23, former sec- 
retary of the New York Lasell Club, did not 
send her report of the annual meeting but to 
our joy brought it. With the secretary came 
a dear little daughter, the image of her mother, 
and also Mercedes' close friend and ours, Phyl- 
lis Rafferty Shoemaker, '22. 

Dorothy F. Kelley, '34-'35, we were touched 
by your last loyal message and hope nothing 
will prevent you from being with us at Com- 

Through the thoughtfulness of Julia Wolfe 
Harkness, '92, our president, has received 
word of the passing of Alice M. Goodell, '89- 
'92. Mrs. Harkness writer: "Alice was my 
roommate for three years at Lasell. I remem- 
ber her beautiful character." This is surely a 
valuable and loving tribute from one who knew 
her best. 

Early in the year Trithena McFarland, '37, 
was saddened by the death of her aunt, Jose- 
phine Tichenor Westgate, '86-'90, of Martin 
City, Missouri. Mrs. Westgate evidenced her 

abiding loyalty to Lasell when last fall she 
placed her dear niece in our care. Mrs. West- 
gate's friendship, generous patronage and hos- 
pitality will be missed by her home city and 
a host of personal friends. Lasell Junior Col- 
lege extends heartfelt sympathy to the families 
of these esteemed patrons. 

Maude Simes Harding, '06, has again proved 
her poetical talent in three lovely poems, 
"Prisoner," "Calla Lilies," and "Recognition," 
which appear in a collection called "American 
Lyric Poetry 1935." The book is now in the 
college library for any who are interested to 

It seems in order just here to insert one or 
two items from Caroline Lindsay Haney's ('20) 
last letter. Added to her duties as home-maker, 
mother of three lively children, Mrs. Haney is 
now the director of District No. 12 of the 
Maine Federation of Women's Clubs, also a 
director of the Portland Motion Picture Coun- 
cil, still holding her post in the Parent -Teacher 
Association, also an active member of the 
Women's Literary Union and more or less 
identified on her church program. We feel 
sure that this former president of the Lasell 
Club of Portland will with us be gratified over 
the renewed interest among the members of our 
Portland Lasell Club. 

Virginia Hight Wilder's ('27) home address 
is now 107 East 19th Street, Owensboro, Ken- 
tucky. Her husband is associated with the 
Ken-Rad Corporation as a television expert. 
Virginia is busy, we trust, training two future 
Lasell girls, Anita, four years old, and Virginia 
II, who has just celebrated her second birth- 
day. Virginia writes, "We call her 'Ginger,' ' 
and if our memory serves us correctly, this 
last statement has our Virginia Hight's touch. 

For the past two years Jean Starkey Mc- 
Carthy, '29, has been living in the South. Her 
present address is Salisbury, Maryland. Jean 
writes: "We have been travelling about living 



in different cities. I love the southern people 
and feel I am getting into their easy-going ways 
and have almost forgotten my northern dia- 
lect." Her most important bit of news is the 
announcement of the birth of a little son, whose 
birth-month was last November. 

We are indeed indebted to a recent copy of 
the New Haven Register for this valuable 
comment concerning the artistic merits of our 
Marjorie Richards, '30. This art critic writes : 
"April 27th is the opening date for an exhibi- 
tion of portraits and oils by Marjorie Richards 
of West Haven. Miss Richards is one of the 
younger artists who has risen rapidly to the 
forefront of art activities. She studied painting 
at Lasell Junior College, Yale School of Fine 
Arts and with Estelle M. Lederer. Her hand- 
ling is broad and forceful and the portraits 
nearly always compelling likenesses." 

Lasell extends hearty congratulations to this 
artist and indulges in permissible pride when 
she realizes that Lasell had a share in Mar- 
jorie's training. 

Helen Roberts Holt, '30 : We were surely glad 
to welcome you to Lasell again and were inter- 
ested to learn that you are now located a short 
distance from your Manchester-by-the-Sea 
home. We missed you, Helen, at the recent 
Worcester County Lasell reunion, but are hop- 
ing you will be with us at the annual meeting 
of the Alumnae on June 6. 

Irene Sauter Sanford, '08, and daughter, 
Mary Ruth, now enrolled at Lasell, spent a de- 
lightful Easter vacation at Daytona Beach, Fla. 
Fortunately for them, they escaped the dis- 
astrous flood which visited their native town 
of Westfield. 

In this period of worldwide unemployment, 
we learn with gratification that our Katherine 
Hartman, '32, is still employed and what is 
especially gratifying, has even a better position. 
This partially reconciles us to our disappoint- 

ment in not counting on her among this year's 
Commencement guests. 

And this welcome word from Barbara Stan- 
ley, '32, to Mrs. Hooker : "I thank you for your 
most welcomed assistance. The last copy of 
the News was greatly enjoyed, and the editors 
are to be congratulated. May they be justly 
rewarded by the Columbia Press Association. 
As an official member of the Connecticut Val- 
ley Alumnae Association, I am glad to have 
such close connections with Lasell. I wish I 
might have attended the Midwinter Reunion. 
Mrs. Sarah Dyer Darling, '00-'01, told me 
about it. Please give my love to Babe Whit- 
ney, '32, and Marjorie MacClymon, '32 — how 
I would love to see you all. Extend my kind- 
est greetings to Miss Blackstock, Senora and 
Mile. LeRoyer. Again I express my apprecia- 
tion to you and to Dr. Winslow for your kind 

The vote is unanimous at Lasell that Con- 
stance Blackstock, '09, is a past-master on the 
subject of current events. When she turns 
nearer home and confines her news to Lasell 
girls, she is at her best. C. E. B. writes: "I 
spent a lovely day with Harriet Petz, '35, and 
her family in Montclair during the holidays. 
I was royally entertained even to having tea 
and toast served in the morning before rising. 
The whole household were most warm and cor- 
dial in their hospitality. Harriet is majoring in 
Psychology at Northwestern University and 
hopes to have her degree in 1937. She was 
initiated into all the college activities through 
the good offices of Mary Fitch, '34, and has 
joined the Delta Gamma sorority which is the 
one to which Mary also belongs. She will 
probably take summer work at B. U. and doubt- 
less will drive out to see you all. 

"Also spent a delightful day in New York 
with Ruth Emery, '18-'19, as she was pro- 
ceeding to Cornell University after a holiday in 
Bermuda. Ruth has received her M.A. from 
Cornell in history and is now busily at work 
on her Ph.D." 



What a charming Christmas card and what 
a precious Christmas gift for Edith Fulton Fer- 
riday, '30, and her husband ! This holiday card 
pictures Edith receiving a la Mme. de Ram- 
bouillet and by her side the wee daughter, 
Katharine. To Miss Blackstock, Edith writes : 
"This card is Katherine's father's original idea 
of telling the good news of our daughter's ad- 
vent on Christmas day. The picture was taken 
when Baby was only forty-eight hours old. 
The Leaves keeps me in touch with Lasell. 1 
have so many fond memories stored up of 
those days which seem a long time ago. You 
are still taking groups to Europe and giving 
them something beautiful that can never be 

The editor regretted missing Dorothy 
Spooner Cleveland ('27) on April 15. Her 
expressed interest in the Lasell Night at Pops 
(May 15) gives us a hope that we may meet 
at Symphony Hall on that festive occasion. 

Marion Hale Bottomley, '10, certainly your 
home and family cares must agree with you 
for on your last visit to Lasell we thought you 
the picture of good health and high spirits. It 
was a privilege to meet your gifted sister-in- 
law, who is enjoying unusual success as an 
author. Some day, Marion, keep your promise 
and return with your two little daughters. A 
hearty welcome awaits them at Lasell. 

Lasell has again come in touch with Helen 
Campbell Sawyer, '27-'28, whose present ad- 
dress is 9945 Longwood Drive, Chicago, Illi- 
nois. Her greeting is brief but it gives us a 
glimpse into a very happy home. Helen writes : 
"We have two fine boys, one five years old 
and the other, two. My husband is with Swift 
and Company. He insists I still know how to 
cook a meal well and serve it in wonderful 

Word has just been received from Nell 
Woodward Collins, '15, telling of the passing 
away of Mrs. Tiffany, the mother of Nell's 
classmate, Susan Tiffany, '15. Also from 

Bette Clark, '35, we learned recently of the 
death of Mrs. Briggs, mother of Barbara 
Briggs, '32. Our tender sympathy is extended 
to these bereaved Alumnae. 

Helen Albert, '25 : your latest message was a 
welcome surprise. We thank you for your appre- 
ciative reference to the Lasell Leaves. What a 
traveler you have been! Two months in the 
Hawaiian Islands and just home from a six- 
months' trip through the Orient. Helen closes 
with, "I hope every Lasell graduate will have 
as happy memories of Lasell as I have." 

Look up the February number of your 
Health and Physical Education Journal and 
read Katherine Menges' article. We have 
not yet seen it but in view of the anticipated 
pleasure, we extend hearty congratulations to 
this recent member of our faculty. 

This friendly line from Betty Wells, '33-'34, 
to our Registrar. She must be planning a for- 
ward movement educationally for she requests 
an outline of her courses at Lasell and her 
grades, but did not fail to make friendly in- 
quiry concerning Lasell and Lasell folk, de- 
claring that her thoughts often turn our way. 
Betty closes with greetings to Misses Eliasson, 
Perley and Potter. 

One of the gladdest surprises that ever 
finds it way into our Personals Column is this 
precious Honor Roll of the little "newcomers" : 

January IP — A daughter, Helen Markel, to 
Mr. and Mrs. W. W. McClaren (Katherine 
Knox, '24). 

January 30 — A daughter, Barbara, to Dr. 
and Mrs. Philip G. Kingsman (Helen Ohm, 

February 13 — A daughter, Susan Elizabeth, 
to Mr. and Mrs. Charles S. Mott (Ruth Raw- 
lings, '21). 

February 14 — A son, Paul Meredith, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Louis L. Teich (Carol B. Griffin, 



March 9 — A daughter, Joanne Leyda, to Dr. 
and Mrs. N. E. Leyda (Lucile Norris, '24). 

April 9 — A son, Michael Lawrence, to Mr. 
and Mrs. R. L. Snideman (Helen Hansen, '23- 

April 25 — A daughter, Susanne Grace, to 
Mr. and Mrs. Herbert T. Wadsworth (Doro- 
thy Aseltine, '26). 

And this choice bit from Elizabeth Frick Mc- 
Kean, '24: "Isn't it wonderful that we have 
a son, Philip Frick, born February 26! We 
would have rejoiced equally had we another 
'little White Dove,' but Philip is adorable. 
Ruth Elizabeth grows more precious each day 
and is delighted with her small brother." 

From time to time Lasell has received ap- 
plications from prospective students but 
Elizabeth Ann Loomis certainly has taken 
the longest forward look yet. This year-old 
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Perley Loomis 
(Helen Hawes, '28) writes: "I would like to 
file my application to enter Lasell in Septem- 
ber, 1954." Lasell gladly acknowledges this — 
one of the most unique letters of application 
ever yet received. 

One glance at the precious picture of Jane 
Spear Wender's ('33) twin daughters fills the 
editor with a longing to carry on personally 
until little Joan and Judith actually are en- 
rolled at their mother's Alma Mater. 

Charlotte Phillips, '33, Barbara Erickson, 
'33, and Betty Hayford Stewart, '33, happened 
in at dinner time on a spring day. But our 
most urgent invitation to accept Lasell's hos- 
pitality was of no avail for they were pledged 
elsewhere. Our meeting was only for a mo- 
ment but long enough to report that the three 
members of the Class of 1933 were to all ap- 
pearances very well and very happy. 

Ruth Libby, '31, is still a woman of affairs. 
Her annual fashion show and sale at the Car- 
penter Barn was a success and augmented the 
Senior Endowment Fund. She reported at 

the Personals Editor's office long enough to 
give a good account of herself. And she 
looked it! Lasell's best wishes to you, dear 

We are indeed indebted to Miss Dorothy 
Shank for the following news items : "Occasion- 
ally I see Frances Dolley, or if we have no 
opportunity to get together, quite often we 
have a telephone visit. Frequently meet Julia 
Nelson Diggs, who has a lovely family and 
lives in Cleveland. When I am on business 
trips I sometimes find old Lasell friends and 
once in a while stay with Doris Gorke Dunning 
when en route through Syracuse and have a 
chance to get first hand information from her 
concerning some of the Lasell friends with 
whom she has kept in touch. 

"Saw Phyllis Rowe, '19, last fall when she 
was in Cleveland for the American Dietetic 
Association convention. She is doing a splen- 
did piece of work at Johns Hopkins. When 
in Dallas a year ago I tried to get in touch 
with Clara MacDonald Dealey, '14, and 
Maidie Dealey Moroney, '14, but was unsuc- 
cessful in my attempt. Heard from Barbara 
Vail Bosworth, '05, at Christmas time. She 
is so fine and good to keep in touch with me. 
I appreciate it. 

"Please give my best regards to Dr. and 
Mrs. Winslow." 

Rosalie Starkweather, '29, has followed vari- 
ous avocations since her graduation: artist, 
news reporter, but now is seriously devoting 
herself to writing. We wish her success in 
this her latest worthy venture. 

Betty Allenbaugh, '35! Where next and 
what next? This dear "bird of passage," who 
really belongs in Akron, sends this brief greet- 
ing: "Here we are in Miami. We love it. 
How is everyone at Lasell? My greetings to 
them and how I wish you were all with us!" 

It always "revives us again" to receive one 
of Dorothy Barnes Paine's ('18) good letters. 
We'll let her make her own confession and tell 
her own story: 



"Dear Personals Editor: Just a note to tell 
you that I still belong to the land of the living 
even though a poor correspondent. I think 
about you all often and read the Leaves from 
cover to cover, but find news of our older girls 
grows scarcer with each issue. 

"We have had an extremely cold winter for 
Kansas, and quite without our much needed 
moisture. A few dust storms have blown in 
from eastern Colorado and western Kansas — 
these less severe than last year and we still 
hope for rain. 

"Mother, my sister, Flavel, my husband and 
I are leaving tomorrow by motor for a trip 
West, which will include Texas, Arizona and 
perhaps the coast. The extent of the journey 
will depend on how mother stands the travel- 
ing. We are so happy that she feels equal 
to starting. Two years this February she fell 
at home and has been an invalid ever since. 

"I am sure Lasell is progressing and how 
I would enjoy coming back. I still expect to 
get there for my twentieth reunion and that 
isn't far away. 

"Kindly remember me to Dr. and Mrs. 
Winslow and with all good wishes for yourself 
and our school. 

D. B. P." 

For exhibition of bravery, we think Orissa 
Attwill, '16, should be awarded the "blue rib- 
bon." Listen to this recent report from our 
little Captain Courageous : "I wasn't burned 
in the Westfield fire as reported in the Leaves, 
but severely injured. I was trapped in the 
Inn and had to jump from the second story 
window. At the hospital they found I had 
bruised both legs, split my head open, lost a 
tooth and broke a vertebrae. Was in a cast 
for six weeks and then two more learning to 
walk and getting used to a brace which I 
shall have to wear for a year. After being 
out of school for three months, I went back 
April first and was so glad to be again with my 
girls and fellow co-workers. Am getting along 
nicely and after a year is passed I hope to be 
myself again. 

"Grace Alexander Van Dusen, '12, was not 
burned but bruised when climbing through the 
first floor window. Her husband and daugh- 
ter were severely burned but both have re- 

"I am living at the hotel until June and then 
shall go to Marblehead to be with mother. 
Kindly remember me to all my friends at 

In the passing away of Dr. George S. 
Godard, father of our Mary Godard Hadley, 
'21 -'23, and for many years Connecticut State 
Librarian, Lasell has lost a distinguished pa- 
tron and friend. Dr. Godard was a graduate 
of Yale College and was also recipient of honors 
from educational institutions in the West. 

Our thoughts are turning with sincere sym- 
pathy to our Alumna, Sarah Hughes Forbes, 
'03, whose mother passed away recently. Mrs. 
Hughes was a member of the D. A. R. and 
Mayflower Societies but more distinguished 
was she because of her devotion in her own 
home and to her beloved family. 

In the death of Mr. Charles B. Smith, 
father of Florence Smith Flint, '00-'03, Fitch- 
burg lost a distinguished citizen and Lasell 
Junior College, a valued friend. We extend 
sincere sympathy to these bereaved families. 

On an early spring morning Barbara Gush- 
ing Jenkins, '25, parked her fine new car in 
front of Bragdon and reported promptly at the 
Personals Editor's office. So young and viva- 
cious was her appearance we could readily 
have thought she was again a school-girl just 
back from a week-end outing. But her escort, 
a sturdy little son of three, and her full report 
of the many home duties which filled her 
happy days helped us to realize a little that 
almost eleven years have elapsed since she was 
graduated from Lasell. She brought good 
news of Edna Hart Hoyt, '25, and also of 
Dorothy Barnard, '24, who is her near neigh- 
bor and successful owner and hostess of the 
attractive Horse Shoe Inn, located just beyond 
Concord, N. H. 



On that very same day Lillian Laffey Scott, 
'17, looked in upon us for literally, just a mo- 
ment or two. She is now the proud mother of 
two sons and a daughter. Her home is in 
Texas and her husband is a lawyer. Lillian's 
visit to New England was a sad one for she 
had been summoned north on account of the 
serious illness of her father, who passed away 
before she reached her New Jersey home. 

Another state on the border of Dixieland 
heard from! This time the reporter is Jean 
Smith Orne, '29, writing from Wilmington, 
Delaware. Here is her welcome word: 

"Just another "Dove" reporting first that 1 
am well and happy; secondly, that my present 
address is 218 West 19th Street, Wilmington. 
We have been living here since last October. 
My husband came in June to take a position 
with the duPont Company. Our two children, 
Judith (age three years) and Peter (age one 
year), are keeping me so busy I hardly know 
the day or the month any more. I suspect the 
first warm days will remind me of Maine, 
where I expect to be this summer. 

"We frequently see Mrs. Saunders and 
Mary. It was so nice to have really intimate 
friends here, and of course I have heard all 
about Lasell, its changes and improvements 
from Mrs. Saunders, who had a delightful visit 
at the college last fall. 

"Kindest remembrances to each and every 
one. A hello to Miss Blackstock, and best 
wishes to Lasell for a very happy Commence- 

Blessings on you, L. W. D., your family and 
dear Lasell neighbors, Mrs. Saunders and Mary 
Saunders Houston, '23-'24. 

Through our national treasurer, Marion 
Ordway Corley, '11, we have recently heard 
of the death by accident of the little daughter 
of Claire Stritzinger Daller, '23-'24. Away 
from the watchful eye of the devoted mother, 
the baby was badly scalded and did not rally 
from the accident. Our sympathy is extended 
to dear Claire and her bereaved family. 

Correction: In the March Leaves we an- 
nounced that Miss Dorothy Shank had moved 
to New York City. We were misinformed ; her 
address is still 4301 Perkins Avenue, Cleve- 
land, Ohio, c/o American Stove Company. 

Following her too brief visit at the college, 
Madeline Robinhold Leinbach, '27, writes: 
"We were so pleased to receive a line from 
you. My husband says he is beginning to be- 
lieve that he made a good impression and is 
delighted, for he enjoyed our too short visit at 
Lasell. Our little daughter is just the dearest 
baby and has been gaining weight, sleeping and 
behaving well since her birth. We certainly 
hope that she will be a Lasell girl. I trust 
Lasell is having a happy and successful year. 
Regret that I am unable to make any promises 
for Commencement." 

Junior Mildred Brewer, '37, spent a recent 
vacation with her parents in Miami, Florida. 
Her hostelry was "The Robert Clay," built on 
the historic site of Fort Dallas. Accompanying 
the enthusiastic report of her "way-down- 
South" outing, Mildred brought back this 
friendly note from Ada Swanger Hawkins, '13 : 
"I send my love to you and all who remember 
me. With special greetings to Dr. and Mrs. 
Winslow. I think of you often. 

A. S. H." 

"Brownie" again at Lasell ! As leader of 
the recent Christian Endeavor Meeting, Doro- 
thy Brown Wilson, '31, told of her work in 
the Juvenile Court in Westchester, N. Y. 
"Brownie" stirred the Lasell girls of today with 
the report of her splendid work. We are 
grateful for her message. It will interest our 
Lasell girls to learn that Mrs. Wilson is the 
author of "'Mid the Hills of Old New Eng- 

This most recent racy line from Emily 
Crump, '29, comes to us through the courtesy 
of our Constance E. Blackstock, '09: 

"Nothing tempts me more than a trip with 



you this summer to Spain. I think it would 
be simply great to get six weeks off, join you 
in Paris and take in the chateaux and the rest 
■of the trip. In fact, I became so enthralled 
about the whole idea that I found myself think- 
ing about the sort of clothes that would be 
necessary and bought my spring outfit with 
traveling in mind ! 

"You are always giving me such lovely 
dreams. For months after your itineraries 
come, all my thoughts are miles away. And 
I'll say, as I have said each year, 'I do hope 
some day it will be possible.' 

"The Leaves fluttered in yesterday. When- 
ever I read the Personals I feel that I really 
must write to everyone who has written to 
the editor. It is just as though I had heard 
from them myself. For instance, it was a 
pleasure to hear from 'Flivver' Thomas again. 

"I wonder if you remember Cassie Jamison, 
'27-28. She lived at Woodland my first year 
at Lasell. I have since visited her in Peoria 
and once in a while we correspond. Cassie is 
now Mrs. Stone and mother of a two-year-old 
daughter named Katie. Dorothy Finken Dunn, 
'27-'28, has an adorable year-old son. 

"I thought about Lasell all day on the fif- 
teenth of February when you were having the 
luncheon in Boston. I have always been very 
glad I was invited to attend one of those 
Alumnae luncheons when I was just a mere 
Senior! Have hoped ever since I would be 
able to attend one as an Alumna, and am still 
hoping ! 

"I am most anxious to hear how the floods 
affected Lasell. We had quite a bit of it here. 
My father's mills were practically drowned and 
we were without gas for three days, which is 
nothing to what we have seen in the movies 
about New England. 

"I know how busy everyone is now with the 
May festival and Commencement coming. But 
if you hear of anyone who wants to send a 
word of greeting down to Richmond, be as- 
sured it will fall into welcome hands. 

"Best wishes to Dr. and Mrs. Winslow, Miss 
Potter, Mrs. McDonald and all of Lasell. 

E. H. C." 

We count it always a distinct favor to re- 
ceive and share with the readers of the Leaves 
a travelogue from the gifted former head of 
Lasell's art department, Miss Mary A. Mul- 

"Anne Hotchkis, my companion, and I have 
an ambitious program of visiting, painting and 
writing about the nine sacred mountains of 
China, and we began our pursuit of them this 
autumn. We went first to Ta T'ung Fu, North 
Shansi, finding the train service immensely 
improved since our trips to Yun Kang, four 
years ago. We had a second class sleeper 
coupe to ourselves and could not ask for any- 
thing better. In Ta T'ung Fu we stayed with 
friends at the Anglican Mission Hospital, and 
from there made a three days' trip to Heng 
Shan, the northern Taoist mountain. At the 
inn where we spent the first night, the one 
courtyard was enlivened by donkeys, mules, 
dogs, pigs, chickens, caged crickets, and any 
number of cheerful human beings who had no 
intention of wasting a good night in sleeping. 
The second day, we climbed a stony mountain, 
to find it had a back of mud. For it was rain- 
ing by that time, and the road, through loess 
cliffs, became a sort of roller-coaster down 
which our mules slipped with stiffened knees. 
Finally, in the early afternoon, the carters gave 
up the effort, and turned us into the yard of 
an inn, where I am sure no foreigner had ever 
stayed before. Our servant reported the rooms 
too dreadful, but he persuaded the host and 
family to give up their own small room to us. 
The k'ang (brick bed platform) almost filled 
the room and our cot-beds filled the k'ang. As 
it was impossible to walk outside in the slippery 
mud, and as there was no place to sit, we had 
to go to bed in our dark room and read by 
candle-light, to pass the hours. Never shall 
I forget reading the "Nine Tailors" in these 
peculiar surroundings. The next day, in 
clearing weather, we managed to get on down 
the mountain, facing our glorious Heng Shan, 
as its covering clouds tore into rags and rib- 
bons before its violet mass. That afternoon 
our carts took us up a stony river bed, until 
the going became impossible for vehicles. We 



walked on, but as the stream switched back and 
forth in its narrow bed, we had to ford it at 
least ten times, in our bare fee, along with the 
natives and their donkeys. The former were 
all paralyzed with astonishment, except for one 
drunken man who hailed us hilariously. Com- 
ing to a handsome p'ailou (ornamental arch- 
way), we turned off from this artery of traffic, 
and climbed the mountain, arriving at a temple 
just before dark. So retired is Heng Shan — 
by the world forgot — so refreshingly at peace 
and in tune with nature, that we revelled in our 
days there. The temples are in good repair 
and of a good style, and are scattered over the 
mountain side, on commanding or unexpected 
sites. The Manchu Emperor, K'ang Hsi's visit, 
about two hundred years ago, seems to have 
been the high point of Heng Shan's fame. On 
our return journey, we spent an afternoon and 
night at Hun Yuan, the sacred city near the 
base of the mountain. It is enclosed by hexagonal 
walls, and what with its temples, p'ailous, pa- 
goda and lake, and its freedom from any mod- 
ernisms, it is a peculiarly lovely old town. As 
we walked we seemed to have the allure of the 
Pied Piper, for we collected an army of curious 
followers. They too were sightseeing, we be- 
ing the sights. 

"We returned to Ta T'ung Fu, only to start 
off in another direction. For six hours we 
went southward by motor bus, over the famous 
Yen Men Pass, in the southern spur of the 
Great Wall. This route is quite a modern bit 
of roadbuilding, with many hair-pin bends. 
Leaving the bus at a small station, we went to 
Taichow by cart. The next day began the 
strenuous trip to Wu T'ai Shan, by mule-litter, 
a sort of impromptu cage of matting and rope, 
swung between two mules, who have no in- 
tention of keeping step with each other or of 
even going the same direction, at times. It 
rained on our first afternoon, and we spent the 
night in an awful inn ; ai-yah ! too awful. Not 
all the perfumes of Araby can ever get us clean 
again. But one always survives, and after still 
another in a slightly better inn, we reached the 
Wu T'ai Shan temples, and put up at one of 

the nicest of them, a little apart from the con- 
gested temple city. This is the northern 
Buddhist Mountain, but is largely in charge of 
Mongol lamas. Most of the pilgrims are 
Mongols, come to turn the thousands of prayer- 
wheels in the temple courts and gateways; 
and to kow-tow on specially appointed boards 
until they raise welts on their foreheads. Lamas 
and visitors dash about on horseback, in gar- 
ments of imperial yellow, scarlet, maroon, dull 
purple, and other variations of warm colors. 
Mr. MacDonald, the London Times corre- 
spondent in Peking, had given us cards of in- 
troduction to several of the abbots, and we had 
some amusing calls, a man from our own tem- 
ple translating from Mongol to Chinese, and 
the reverse, while we sipped tea with these 
Living Buddhas ; far too spiritual to wash, 
they are. Our days at Wu T'ai were franti- 
cally busy with our painting, for the man-made 
beauties of these temples are exceedingly rich. 
"After many adventures we reached T'ai 
Yuan Fu, the capital of Shansi, a modern and 
prosaic city. Our next destination was Sian 
Fu, capital of Shensi province, and formerly 
the capital of the whole of China, in the glorious 
T'ang Dynasty. Near the city of Ch'ang An is 
Hua Shan, the western Taoist mountain, which 
I had visited before. Here we spent ten very 
happy days and ten dreadful nights, for there 
were invasions of rats, above, below, around 
and with us. We had to keep a kerosene lamp 
burning all night to make sure they didn't gnaw 
our toes. Hua Shan is rather like the Yo- 
semite piled on top of itself — a fantastic fairy 

"Our next stop was at Loyang, another of 
China's ancient capitals, for this stretch of the 
Yellow River Valley is the cradle of Chinese 
civilization. During several days of travel, 
one constantly sees enormous old gravemounds, 
from which some of the most precious antiqui- 
ties of Chinese art have come. From Loyang, 
we visited the Buddhist caves of Lung Men. 
We were aghast to find that the greatest treas- 
ure of these caves, the large low-relief panels, 
showing a procession in the court costumes of 



the sixth century has quite been chiselled from 
the walls and removed. It was these two panels 
which we had specially longed to see. Where 
are they now, and were they removed with- 
out ruining them? At every city, police had 
examined our pass-ports which had been spe- 
cially visa-ed for this trip. At Loyang, they 
refused us permission to go to Sung Shan, the 
central Taoist mountain, and as they watched 
all our movements — even sending a policeman 
with us to the Lung Men caves — we had re- 
luctantly to give up Sung Shan, only waving 
to it as we passed it by train. We finished our 
trip by a visit to our good friends the Eliassens, 
who live in Kaifeng. Mr. Eliassen is an en- 
gineer for the Yellow River Commission, strug- 
gling with the deadly wanderings of "China's 
Sorrow." The worst of this year's flood is 
farther eastward, toward the sea, but we have 
been passing all along the railroad, open trucks 
crowded with flood victims being slowly 
shipped westward into the region which so re- 
cently suffered from disastrous famine. There 
are plenty of poverty stricken people already 
there. They will not welcome these wretched 

"We returned to Peking just the very day 
that our book, "Buddhist Sculptures at Yun 
Kang Caves" was on the market, and our pub- 
lisher, Mr. Vetch, had a volume for each of 
us, awaiting us at our respective destinations. 
It was something of a thrill to open our first 
volume, but strangely, after the long slow work 
of making it, the finished product seems quite 
impersonal to me — just anybody's book. For- 
tunately it is selling well. November in 
Peking was a peculiarly trying time, with all 
the political uncertainties. However, so far, 
the aggressors appear to have nibbled, rather 
than gobbled North China. It is not pleasant 
to have their airplanes hovering over us so 
often. Here in Tientsin the British consul 
protested against their dropping 'autonomy' 
leaflets over the British Concession. Our 
Chinese friends are feeling very blue, and seem 
to cling to us for comfort. They say they are 
spied upon all the time, and they live in dread 

of such persecution as Chinese Christians in 
Manchuria are suffering. 

"I am settled down in Tientsin for the winter 
months with plenty to do, what with a talk 
or two, an exhibition, and work on the notes 
of our trip. If you happen to see The Studio, 
I have an article in the November number, on 
'An Artists' Party in China.' 

"With all good wishes for the coming year, 
Your friend, 
Mary Augusta Mullikin." 



On the last Saturday of January the annual 
luncheon meeting of the Lasell Club of New 
York was held at the Women's University Club 
on East Fifty-Second Street, New York, New 

The meeting was opened by a word of wel- 
come from the president, Dorothy Cook Rey- 
nal, '25. The reports of the Secretary-Treasurer 
were read by Mercedes Rendell Freeman, '23, 
and accepted. The list of those who had an- 
swered the "final roll call" was read by Doro- 
thy Millspaugh, '23, chairman of the Honor 
Roll committee. 

The following report was presented by 
Gladys Stults Schenck, "09-' 10, and Marion 
Jarbeau, '32, of the nominating committee : 

For President, Ruth Hopkins Spooner, '23, 
498 Van Cortlandt Park Avenue, Yonkers, N. 
Y. ; Vice-President, Florence Ellen Zacharias, 
'29, 350 West 88th Street, New York, N. Y. ; 
Secretary-Treasurer, Florence Boehmcke 
Simes, '23, 15 Grover Place, Baldwin, N. Y. ; 
Members-at-large, Mildred Hall Leber, '12, 
85 Clinton Avenue, Montclair, N. J. ; Anna E. 
Mills, '33, Mt. Kemble Avenue, Morristown, 

The new officers for 1936-38 were elected by 
a ballot cast by the Secretary and were then 
introduced to the club by the President. 

Although Annie M. Gwinnell, '88, and 
Grace Huntington, '89, found it impossible to be 



present, each of these dear members sent 
greetings to the club. 

The "Flight Interest of the Little White 
Doves" was furthered by Mr. Frank J. Mack- 
lin of the Transcontinental and Western Air 
Lines, Inc. This guest speaker told us of the 
many changes and improvements made in the 
various type airplanes and equipment which 
have made possible the establishment of sched- 
ules for plane travel. 

Our next speaker, dear Mile. Jeanne Le- 
Royer Chamberlain, direct from Lasell, did 
not entirely agree with the gentleman. And 
you may be sure that French will never be re- 
placed by flying instructions for "Spanish 
Cows !" We were so glad to have this beloved 
teacher with us. Mile, brought us love and 
greetings from Dr. Winslow, Miss Potter and 
all at the college. Miss Blackstock also sent 
interesting folders outlining her coming Eu- 
ropean cruise. 

We were happy again this year to have a 
member of the Senior Class as our guest. 
Esther Sosman, '36, gave us a cross section 
picture of life at Lasell today, and many of us 
wished we might return as students with her. 

We were also fortunate in having with us 
Edna Thurston Follett, '04-'07, former Field 
Secretary of Lasell, and Maebelle Hamlin 
Barby, '15-' 16, Vice-President of the Con- 
necticut Valley Club. Mrs. Follett told of her 
interviews and visits with prospective Lasell 
girls and urged us all to send to Lasell good 
material for future student bodies. Mrs. Bar- 
by spoke about the Connecticut Club activi- 
ties, including the founding of a scholarship 

The members of the New York Club voted 
to send ten dollars to the building fund at 

The splendid spirit of Lasell is enduring and 
endearing for each year our meeting brings 
together many of the old "stand-bys" and also 
a delightful group of the newer graduates. We 
hope that Alumnae and former Lasell girls 

who move into the New York district will join 
with us. 

Respectfully submitted, 
Mercedes Rendell Freeman, '23, 


Those present were: Laura Chapman An- 
derson, '93-95, Ruth Young Brewster, '17-'18, 
Helen Bardua Childs, '33, Maebelle Hamlin 
Barby, '15-' 16, Julia terKuile Brown, '10, Lois 
E. Bryant, '25, Anna Cobb, '33-'34, Sally Mc- 
Kee Cook, '29, Carrie Sessions Dodge, '06-'07, 
Florence Halberstadt Ellis, '06-'07, Edna 
Thurston Follett, '04-'07, Mercedes Rendell 
Freeman, '23, Sue I. Gallup, '03-'04, Jean- 
nette Hall, '35, Hulda G. Halley, '18, Marion 
E. Jarbeau, '32, Annette Harvey Jensen, '29, 
Marjorie Kuehn, '29, Mary Barton Libby, '29, 
Sophie Mayer March, '08, Alyce Martin, '30, 
Gertrude Leonard McClanahan, '04-'07, Ade- 
laide F. Miller, '29, Anna Mills, '33, Dorothy 
Millspaugh, '23, Jacqueline Meyers Morhous, 
'33, Ethel Clarke Osburn, '01-'02, Louise B. 
Paisley, '09, Dorothy Meeker Pearce, '30, 
Helen Duncan Peterson, '26, Dorothy Cook 
Reynal, '25, Julia DeWitt Read, '10, Natalie 
Robbe, '28, Ella Hazelton Russell, '04, Gladys 
Stults Schenck, '09-' 10, Florence Boehmcke 
Simes, '23, Esther B. Sosman, '36, Ruth Hop- 
kins Spooner, '23, Florence Swartout Thomas- 
sen, '09, Christine Chamberlain Whittemore, 
'25, Florence Ellen Zacharias, '29. 


On December 28th, Katharine Peck, '35, 
opened her home for our Annual Tea for the 
Lasell girls home on vacation. We were very 
glad that five of the girls could be with us, and 
we certainly did enjoy meeting them and hear- 
ing all about school from them first hand. In- 
cluding the five present Lasellites, we num- 
bered about twenty-two, which was the larg- 
est gathering our club has had since I havel 
been a member. Every girl present signed 
her name to a card, which was sent to Mrs. 
Frances Wood Willis, '97-'98, who always 



makes a special effort to be with us, but was 
unable to be present at this tea. 

Contrary to our custom, the Annual Lunch- 
eon was on February 15th this year, instead 
of in May or June as previously. Our chair- 
man, Gertrude Moeller, who is also our club 
president this year, arranged a very nice 
luncheon at the Faculty Club. Although this 
date was the same as the Midwinter Reunion 
in Boston, Dr. Winslow very kindly sent Miss 
Lichliter down to be our guest of honor. What 
a charming and lovely person she is, and how 
fortunate you all are at Lasell to have her 
with you. We all enjoyed her immensely, and 
hope she will be with us again in the future. 
She carried back our annual contribution to 
the Endowment Fund, and I have since had 
an acknowledgment of it in a letter from Dr. 
Winslow, in which he stated, "It may interest 
you to know that up to the present the fund 
of the New Haven Club, as carried in our 
books, amounts to $660.16." That certainly 
is of interest to all of us, and we in New 
Haven are mighty proud of it. 

The girls present at this February meeting 
were : Charlotte Ockert, '33, Helen Taylor, '29- 
'30, Emma Ockert, '36, Nancy Skiff, '33, 
Katharine Peck, '35, Cornelia Hemingway Kil- 
lam, '22, Helen Kowalewski Hamilton, '28, 
Jeanette Gessner Somers, '30, Helen John- 
son Olow, '21, Marjorie Lowell Weeks, '23, 
Phyllis Stuart, '35, Jeanette Hall, '35, Ger- 
trude Moeller, '26, Maude Williams, '29, Leota 
Fulton, '19-'20 and Iverna Birdsall Biggin, '22. 

Our last event of the year was a Dessert- 
Bridge held at the Brock-Hall Dairy on 
March 28th. Phyllis Stuart was in charge and 
reported a small turn-out, but a successful one 

Very sincerely, 
E. Maude Williams, '29, Secretary. 


This delightfully informal report by Bar- 
bara Turner Greenwood, '27-28, secretary of 
the Portland (Maine) Lasell Club, needs no 
"re-editing" by the Personals editor, notwith- 

standing Madam Secretary Barbara gave us 
the liberty of so doing: 

On the snowy afternoon of March the 
fifth (and my, it was snowing) I found my 
way to the very attractive home of Mildred 
Knight Norwood, '21, where she and Mar- 
jorie Lovering Harris,'22, were entertaining 
very informally at a tea for Lasell's under- 
graduates and Alumnae. Among those pres- 
ent were Caroline Lindsay Haney, '20, who 
poured; Lillian Morong, '22-'23, who is busy 
teaching school; Mary Elizabeth Hill Davis, 
'33, whom we have just welcomed to Port- 
land; and Janet Kennedy, '30-'32, who is 
teaching at the School for the Deaf and Dumb 
and after hearing her relate some of her ex- 
periences we were all thankful for our many 
blessings. Marion Simpson, '29, brought us a 
surprise in Constance Chase, '29, of New Bed- 
ford, who is now doing secretarial work in 

Other welcomed guests were Edna Good- 
rich, '31 -'32, Ruth Peterson Eaton, '30-'31, 
Lorraine Lombard, '31, who is supervisor of 
music in the grade schools in Westbrook and 
myself, Barbara Turner Greenwood, '27-'28, 
who finds her time taken up with two lively 

We discussed plans for our annual meeting 
to be held early in September and after a 
very delicious tea, went our various ways. 


Due to illness, I have not been able to for- 
ward the report of our meeting on February 
15. However, I am eager that you know we 
had a grand time ! When we sent our invita- 
tions we mentioned that each person would be 
allowed two minutes in which to tell about 
herself at Lasell or her experience since leav- 
ing Lasell. You may well imagine that we 
were all much better acquainted with one an- 
other after this meeting than before. We usu- 
ally have about eleven present and this time 
the number included some who had not met 
with us before. June Newbold Horner (who 



was '27's class president) was here for the 
first time. Her experience since graduating 
from Lasell has been mostly with interior 
decorating and now she has a little house here 
in Washington that she decorated for herself 
and her husband. We were all very much 
impressed with the experience of Mrs. Eliza- 
beth Edson, '95-'96, who spoke of the fact 
that she had spent the greater part of her life 
bringing happiness and comfort to her family 
and to her dear father, who has recently 
passed on. She spoke very touchingly of the 
way in which her children have shown their 
appreciation of her self-sacrificing life and that 
after all she found that it had really been a 
full one — full of joy for herself. Washington, 
D. C, will long remember her father — the late 
John Joy Edson, who did so much for this 
city and helped so many people work out the 
plan of owning their own home. He was presi- 
dent of several building and loan companies 
and on the board at nearly every bank in the 

Edith Vance Nicolson, '19, amused us by 
telling of all the positions she has held in the 
effort to educate and provide for her three 
children. Her experiences in a nursery school 
proved to be very comical. 

Miss Marie Mount, a former member of the 
Lasell faculty, and Phyllis Rowe, '19, dietitian 
at Johns Hopkins Hospital, told us a great 
deal about their experiences in the field of 
Home Economics. 

Betty Owings Little, '27, gave a thrilling re- 
port of experience starting a trip around the 
world and after having gone half way around 
— receiving a cable from her father about the 
banks closing here in the States. Needless 
to say she turned around and came back — 
but wishes now that she had continued. She 
still hopes some day to go on from where she 
left off. 

Others present were Natalie Beaumont, '28- 
'30, Marjorie Martin Lawrence, '29-'30, and 
Miss Anna P. Warner, '97, our very efficient 

Respectfully submitted, 

Catherine Worrall Clarke, '28. 


The Worcester County Lasell Club held its 
first meeting at the Bancroft Hotel, Saturday, 
March 14th, at 2:15 p.m. 

The meeting was called to order by Marion 
Kingdon Farnum, '29, who appointed Dorothy 
Inett, '30, chairman of the day. Miss Inett 
introduced Miss Potter who brought us the 
up-to-date news of Lasell. 

Mrs. Josephine Woodward Rand, '10, for- 
mer president of the National Alumnae Asso- 
ciation, was presented and helped us in the 
organization of the Club by conducting the 
elections. The following were nominated and 
elected : Dorothy E. Inett, '30, President, and 
Marion Kingdon Farnum, '29, Secretary. 

The first duties of the new president were 
to appoint a Constitution and By-Laws Com- 
mittee : Violet Comley Peirce, '22, Chairman, 
assisted by Gertrude Kendall Lund, '25, and 
Elsie Bigwood Cooney, '17-' 19. 

The Chairman of the Activities Committee 
is Ruth Berg Lindquist, '16, assisted by M. 
Gladys Kenney, '26-'27, and Dorothy Quinn, 

The next meeting will be held April 25th at 
the Bancroft Hotel. The meeting adjourned 
at three-thirty. Tea was served. Mrs. Peirce 
and Miss Wright poured. 

Respectfully submitted, 
Marion Kingdon Farnum, '29, 


Those present were: Marjorie Magune Cur- 
tis, '31, Villa Magune McSheehy, '15, Violet 
Comley Peirce, '22, Dorothy L. Quinn, '27, 
Gertrude Kendall Lund '25, Mary Shannon, 
'20-'21, Marion Kingdon Farnum, '29, Dorothy 
Inett, '30, Eleanor E. Smith, '26-'27, Miriam 
Lingley Wilcox, '28, Dorothy Kierstead, '28, 
Europa Harris, '34-'35, Eleanor Ramsdell, '35, 
Sylvia Browning, '31 -'32, Hazel Merritt, '33, 
Gertrude Heath '35, Ruth Berg Lindquist, 
'15-T6, Elsie Bigwood Cooney, '17-'19, Fran- 
ces Wright, '14-' 15, and M. Gladys Kenney, 



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our new dean 

who is bringing to Las ell Junior College 
fresh inspiration, the Leaves Staff respect- 
fully dedicates this C ommencement issue 
of the Leaves. 




We have to show them, for we are young, 
we have vitality, and we have the needed will 
power. Peace movements are as old as the 
world, but so far what good have they done for 
our country? Peace societies have been born 
with great enthusiasm and have died worn out 
with the futility of it all. They have been a 
mixture of preaching, pamphlets and buttons. 
Their mottoes have been "Down With War," 
"Make the diplomats of our country go to war 
and see how they like it," and "Peace, peace, 
peace !" 

The attempts have been futile ! War is still 
foremost in the minds of people. They think 
of it night and day. During peace they look 
forward to war and during war they think of 
the next war. They shout "War for war's sake. 
Pugnacity has been bred into us by our ances- 
tors and thousands of years of peace won't 
breed it out of us. War is psychological ; it is 
spiritual." And then they conclude by saying, 
"It is material. Our economic standing is at 
stake." They shriek at the top of their lungs, 
but they only roar, for it is the young that go 
into action and suffer. The older generation 
pays with heartache, but we pay with the loss 
of limb and mind. 

What is the most important influence in this 
world today? It isn't love of our fellow men, 
it isn't religion, it isn't the survival of the fit- 
test — it is money ! When you come down to 
the bare facts, the richest country is the strong- 
est. With money you have power and pres- 
tige ; without money a country is merely a soap 
bubble. Youth has realized this. 

Signing papers refusing to go to war has 
had no effect. Banning the newspaper and 
movies of a great war propagandist wasn't 
forceful enough because of the lack of partici- 
pants and publicity. But now youth has found 
the way to strike. They have joined to form 
the league of "Future Veterans of Future 
Wars." The poor veterans of past wars can't 

enjoy their meager bonuses, for they have the 
memory of the horror and the fear of the last 
war. If they had received bonus before they 
went over the seas, they could have lived with 
the slogan "Eat, drink, and be merry, for to- 
morrow we die." We will enjoy our bonus 
now. We won't get it? Well, maybe we 
won't, but we are making people realize that 
we have a vital interest in the future. Should 
other people plan at our expense? Older folk 
sit back ; perhaps they go without sugar in their 
coffee and without butter on their bread dur- 
ing a war, while the younger generation gives 
up everything to satisfy the commands of the 

Let it be foolish or whatever you want to 
call it. But remember, we have to open their 
eyes ; we have to make the headlines to show 
them that instead of making the world a cycle 
of wars, we want a cycle of peace, not luxu- 
rious, dormant peace but a peace of industry 
and friendship. Let us not wait until we are 
older. Then we shall lack the conviction of our 
ideas and ideals. We shall be looking back- 
ward instead of forward. We must band to- 
gether now to make our country united for 


The Northerners have many wrong ideas and 
opinions about the South and its background 
and ideals. In certain ways the South can be 
compared with New England. One has heard 
of the New England Blue Bloods — cold, re- 
served, traditional, with a long line of ances- 
try ; and one has heard of the true Southern 
aristocracy — warm-blooded, hospitable, and a 
little carefree and lazy. It is true both types 
are becoming scarce, but one continues to pic- 
ture a New Englander (especially a Bostonian) 
and a Southerner in these images. 

The Southerner with a more critical eye sees 
the New Englanders as a group of "Yankees," 
hurrying hither and thither, entirely materialis- 
tic in their ideals and stepping on anyone and 
everyone to make an extra dime. 



The Northerner with a more critical eye sees 
the Southerners as a group of lazy Rebels with 
no particular aim, ambition, or purpose in life 
— drifting and dreaming from one thing to an- 
other — at their best impractical idealists. 

The North was right in freeing the slaves. 
They should have been freed — but the North 
didn't finish its job. They left the slaves when 
they were most in need. It may have been the 
result of the untimely death of Abraham Lin- 
coln. To correct a false impression concern- 
ing the "narrow-mindedness" of Southerners, 
I mention that although the South does not 
celebrate Lincoln's birthday, they do rate him 
with Washington as to greatness, and they do 
teach his life in the schools. They realize his 
great influence on America and are infinitely 
sorry — and ashamed — that it was a Southerner 
who assassinated him. 

The negro question is the main point of dif- 
ference between the North and the South. The 
Negro has found certain freedom, rights, and 
liberties in the North that were denied him in 
the South. Therefore, there has been a steady 
stream of those who were not satisfied and 
who wanted the rights of the Whites, to the 
North. The Northern Negro, having been 
given so much freedom, naturally wants even 
more. There is a definite difference in the 
character of the Northern and Southern Negro. 
One pictures a Southern Negro as smiling, 
good-natured, and musical. The Northern 
Negro as insolent and bold — pushing his way 
forward and expecting the treatment of his 
"White brother." 

Every Southerner has a soft spot in his heart 
for Negroes — their music and their simplicity. 
Else why do pieces such as "Old Black Joe," 
"Old Man River," and "Deep River" stir 
them so? 

The South has been asked, "Why not give 
the blacks the same rights you have?" The 
answer has always been, "They don't want our 
rights, our privileges, and especially our re- 
sponsibilities. They are too lazy, have no am- 
bition ; they are content to live a hand-to-mouth 
existence. They have had bred into them for 

many generations only certain desires and they 
are happy to be left that way." 

There are certain sections in every city in 
the South called "nigger town." There the 
Negroes have their own homes, movies, stores, 
and entertainments. Like the town, the trains, 
street cars, and busses are also separated into 
two parts. It is not only the color of the Negro 
skin that keeps the whites from accepting them 
as "equals." It is their lack of background 
and ambition, and the fact that even if they 
were given equal chances, they would not reach 
the white level ; we are too many years and 
centuries ahead of them already in every way. 

Maybe they should not be isolated in worlds 
of their own, but unless they are left alone as 
they are now, the only other alternative is as- 
similation — and which way? In the South 
the blacks already greatly outnumber the 
whites. The question is one of the many that 
only time can answer. 

A Southerner at Lasell 


On the roster of Lasell we always pause at 
the Class of 1880. It will always be so, for one 
of the members of that class means Lasell itself 
to so many girls, "old girls," as Dr. Bragdon 
used to say. 

Whether as Dean Potter of recent years, or 
as just Miss Potter, Preceptress, she has held 
together the countless strands of loyal affection 
that center here in this school we love. 

Now we congratulate her as Dean Emerita, 
and she will continue to be as vital a part of 
our future as she is of our present lives, as she 
has been of our past lives. 

Although we expect changes in this kaleido- 
scopic world of ours, and although we must 
accept the past as merely a step behind us on 
the long journey ahead, there are certain ex- 
periences and certain people that we can never 
leave behind us. 

Miss Potter is both an experience and a very 


real person. Wherever we are, she will always 
be Dean of our hearts and souls, wise and lov- 
ing "Keeper of White Doves" (of varying 

The Alumnae cordially welcome Miss Lich- 
liter as the new Dean of Lasell, and assure her 
of their friendly interest. We know that she 
is proud to share our loyalty to Miss Potter. 

The deep significance of an influence such as 
Miss Potter's is impossible to express. It would 
be futile to attempt it; but the impression she 
has made upon us is both unique and complete. 
She has made us realize that there is a oneness 
about the Lasell sisterhood that is at once a 
sacred obligation and privilege. 

Our days are in a crystal cup, 

A precious liquid, — shining, clear ; 

And carefully we lift it up 

To touch the lips of those most dear. 

And though mishap the chalice break, 
The scattered fragments hold 
The lingering memory of a love 
That never can grow old. 

Oh, taste it, waste it not today : 
The pledge is friendship true, 
When you shall sip and go your way, 
A part of us goes too. 

The Lasell Alumnae. 
(M. S. H.) 




A knock on the door, 

I answered, 

Standing there was Fate, 

He beckoned for me to follow — 

I fled, 

But it was too late. 

He stood in the mist, 

I saw him 

Waiting there for me, 

Then his hand clasped mine, 


I could not wrench it free. 

Elaine Frank. '36. 

The Cape was waking with the rising winds, 
the waves recently so tranquil chased each 
other, scurrying around the corner of the 
breakwater and creeping up to lick the land- 
ing; their fervor awoke the sleeping gulls and 
they stretched their broad, white wings and 
yawned a sleepy good morning. 

The soft pastels of dawn were lost in the 
ever-brightening blue and white patchwork of 
the heavens and the sun stole through open 
hotel windows waking the sleepy inhabitants 
to announce a good fishing day. 

A soft muffled whir broke the peace and a 
large Stanley motorboat came around the bend, 
the owner standing tall and bronze with his 
traditional battered felt hat resting on his black 
hair. He nosed the boat gently into the land- 
ing and leaped out pulling the rope to tie up. 
He swung across the yard, headed for the 
kitchen for the lunch basket and again the 
scene was undisturbed by humanity. 

But by 7:30 other boats dotted the horizon 
and raced along, slackening speed as they 
passed the breakwater to head in. Now and 
then the screen door of the hotel porch would 
slam and another fisherman would walk down 
the path to his boat and greet his guide with 
"Do you think we can go outside today?" 

Life for the inhabitants of Cape Vincent was 
pretty much the same. The natives as a whole, 
were usually in a state bordering poverty. 
During the summer months most of the able- 
bodied men folk took their turn at guiding, em- 
ployed by the Carleton Hotel. They got good 
pay, $15.00 a day, but too many of them squan- 
dered it in the hotel bar or village saloon and 
then in the winter time they had to live on the 
verge of starvation in an almost perpetual cold. 

The most important family of Cape Vincent 
wasn't that of the mayor, — why, yes, they had 
a mayor ; instead it was the Stanleys, who were 
almost a tradition. They were English origin- 
ally, and some centuries back, one of their an- 



cestors decided to develop a town on the 
American side of the St. Lawrence; he chose 
Cape Vincent for his home. 

So through the years this family had stayed 
in the town, watching the city folk come and 
go each fishing season. Bill Stanley at one 
time was a carpenter ; he tried his best to stick 
to it, but somehow there was nothing to do, 
so he turned to paperhanging which was only 
slightly more profitable. Their home was on 
the shore and the five of them lived there, Bill, 
and "the Mrs.," Dorothy, Edith, and Clark- 
son. They were a strange family, probably 
very devoted but never showing their affec- 
tion. In the summer, Clarkson and his dad, 
Bill, were both guides, and when they met, 
there was never more than a "Hello." 

There was another Stanley there too, Roy, 
Bill's brother. He at one time had been a 
student at Carnegie Tech, but because of lack 
of funds he had been forced to leave college 
and come back to Cape Vincent. His business 
was building boats ; sometimes Clarkson helped 
him and even Bill let his curiosity get the bet- 
ter of him now and then and put in his two 
cents worth. 

Bill had been rather fortunate one summer 
while he was guiding ; he had himself assigned 
to the former Senator of Pennsylvania. The 
Senator had been a grouchy sort, not too well 
physically, although he looked robust enough. 
Because of his temperament few guides cher- 
ished the thought of being in his constant com- 
pany for twelve hours a day and Bill happened 
to draw the shortest match that first day. 

The season was good that summer, finan- 
cially and sportingly. Bass were running 
large, most of them well into twelve inches. 
Clarkson had even caught a "muskie" that sea- 
son as early as June. It was lucky for the 
Stanleys that Clarkson and Bill were guiding. 
The winter had been miserable, heavy snows, 
ice too thick to penetrate in the lake for fish- 
ing, Clarkson had been laid off in the General 
Electric Factory, and Bill hadn't had much 
work. It was imperative that they get some 
money now; Roy was trying hard to enter 

the "Narr" in the spring regatta. He had 
worked for three years to perfect her, to try 
to exceed Gar Wood in the nationals. 

Well, as I was saying, the season was good 
that year, and the Senator came up four times. 
After his first "excursion" with Bill, he took 
a liking to him, the two old fellows got along 
well. Bill knew when to hush up ; he never 
contradicted so he was his steady guide from 
then on. They grew almost chummy before the 
season was over, and the Senator's interest in 
boats led him to visit the "Narr." He had 
even offered finally to pay the entrance fees 
for her if Roy couldn't get the money else- 

Then one day in early fall when the Senator 
was up for his last time that season, in the 
throes of a high sea, the Senator decided he 
wanted to go across to Carleton Island. Bill 
was undecided for a moment; he was afraid 
the boat couldn't make the landing without 
being thrown up and splintered against the 
wharf. There was a chance, but he was afraid 
to take it. For the first time he contradicted 
the Senator and the boat was turned for home 
instead of Carleton Island. 

When they drew near the breakwater, the 
motor sputtered and slowed up to about two 
miles an hour. Bill turned around as if look- 
ing for other boats, but in reality it was to see 
the Senator. He looked madder than a March 
hare so Bill kept still. Fishing hadn't gone 
well that day either; the waters were too 
stirred up and forced the fish to seek quiet in 
the soft mud. 

"Come 'round to the hotel tonight, I'll be 
leaving in the morning." 

With this abrupt notice the Senator got up 
and tried to get out of the boat, his weight 
and height made him a bit awkward and he 
stumbled over the grappling iron resting on 
the floor of the after end. Bill jumped onto 
the seat and gave him a hand, which was will- 
ingly received, but as soon as both the Sena- 
tor's feet were implanted on "terra firma," all 
he said was "Make that early tonight, sooner 
the better." 


Bill hoisted the mess of fish, only about to Roy who was looking at his masterpiece 

twelve instead of the usual limit, and watched with the glowing pride of a father, 

big Jack, who was about six foot six and had "Hi, Bill, isn't she a beaut ? Look at her 

a tremendous aft deck, come lumbering down plankings, and that engine. Wood never saw 

to take the catch into the icehouse. one like that I'll bet, everything's complete. 

"Somen' wrong, Bill? Senator looks a bit I'm going down to the hotel tonight to see the 

peaked. Don't tell me he got sick." Senator and bring him down for a last look 

"Nope, just a little sore at me I guess, but a ^ ner - 

it won't last." "Roy, look I—" 

After removing the last traces of the usual "Save it for later, Bill. I'm too happy. The 

fishing equipment, Bill headed his boat back to last screw placed, the last plank stitched, and 

Roy's boathouse. His heart was heavy, and here it is only the end of summer." 

deep down inside he wasn't quite so sure that Bill turned and walked out of the boat 

everything would be the same again with him s hed, into his house. Nobody noticed his si- 

and the Senator. He wasn't worried about lence; they were used to it; none of them 

himself, although the idea of going down to talked very much. After supper Bill left the 

Florida sort of as a guest and guide of the cottage and was again on his way to the hotel. 

Senator would just evaporate into space, but The Senator was there as big as life in his 

there was the Senator's promise to back Roy green sweater, clutching a cigar between his 

in his boat. There she was lying, a slinky new fingers. 

hydroplane about twenty-five feet long. Her Bm walked up the steps> FinaUy the Sem _ 

slim mahogany sides were embraced by her tor consen ted to recognize him; he took but 

holdings and her pine keel, which was just a a minute to pay Bm and then he retired No 

little above water level, was in contrast with mention was made of his invitation to Florida, 

the smooth oak stem and stern post. She was r his patronage to Roy. Bill walked down 

built on the carvel method and looked too good toward the shore, toward home. The winter, 

to be true ; her speed was just a little better he thought, wasn't going to be too prosperous, 

than fifty-six knots ; that meant a whole lot Clarkson wasn't sure whether he could get his 

even though it was just a little more than one job back again, he didn't have any prospects 

knot better than Wood's. Roy was sure to for himself, and Roy couldn't earn much, 

win, but-again, the little twinge grabbed at Fall came; the trees were dressed in thdr 

Bill's heart and he remembered that Roy most brilliant vestments for their last fling at 

wouldn't win ; he wouldn't even be able to enter H fe, and then the cold northeast wind crept 

her. The gold letters that rested on the bow across the b i eak hills of Canada down over 

planks danced in front of Bill's sombre eyes. the gray, cold waters of Lake Ontario, swerv- 

Narr, Narr, that was what he was, nothing but i ng to f n ow the more m y Ste rious way of the 

a f° o1 ' St. Lawrence. The Cape became almost a 

Bob, Roy's great Irish setter, was sitting up ghost town. Snow rested softly on roofs of 
on his haunches waiting for Bill's return. He houses, glittering diamonds of ice clung to the 
liked to chase the boat into shelter and he fi rm branches of evergreens. Nature went un- 
usually managed to find a stray bone in Bill's disturbed, but the people of the town were 
pocket, but tonight Bill, had even forgotten miserable. 

to save him a bone, and Bob's joyous barks Roy Stanley had been told of the Senator's 

swerved and then he whimpered, not because and Bill's misunderstanding. He was almost 

of his disappointment but he sensed that some- lost, his boat, his pride and joy, lay quietly 

thing was amiss. He left Bill's side and ran waiting, but Roy could only wonder what he 



would do; it was too late to get anyone else 
to back him. 

"Hi, Bill, come on over to the house today. 
It's a long while since you've visited us." 

"All right, Roy. I'll be over in a few mo- 

Bill left his chores and walked across to 
Roy's little house. Roy, greeting him cheer- 
fully, led him into the parlor to warm his 
hands and feet in front of the fire. They 
chatted aimlessly for about a half hour until 
Bill could stand the suspense no longer. 

"Roy, what about the Narr? You haven't 
the money to pay for her. I haven't enough 
to matter, and heaven only knows where the 
Senator is at this point. 

"I'll tell you where the Senator is. He's 
seven feet under. No, don't be that surprised. 
After all, he was well on to seventy-five years 
old. I can see you're wondering how I know. 
Well, I wrote, I had to, I couldn't be that em- 
barrassed to have to admit complete failure. 
The letter came today." 

The phone rang as he held out the letter 
to his brother. 

"There's the phone ! I wonder who it could 
be? Oh, that's right, the hotel is open for 
New Year's. Maybe I could make a little bit." 

He returned a few minutes later. "It was 
Mr. Keogh. There's a Mr. Wood down here, 
wants to see me. I'll go down to see who 
he is." 

So Roy left Bill moodily gazing into the fire 
as though the problem could be solved by its 
subtle embers. 

As Roy entered the front door of the hotel 
he noticed a slim, wiry man seated at a writing 
desk. Immediately he disliked him. Why, he 
didn't know. 

"Oh, hello, Roy, just a minute. I'll find 
Mr. Wood." 

Mr. Keogh walked through the small lobby 
into the writing-room. So that was Wood, 
that slim fellow in there. Resentment rose in 
Roy's heart, but he suppressed all its outward 
appearance. This man came forward and after 

introductions, seated himself, graciously offer- 
ing a nearby seat to Roy. 

"Well, I've got an appointment in Clayton in 
an hour, so let's get right down to business. You 
have a boat. Man in Philadelphia who used 
to know Senator Paley told me about it. I'm 
Gar Wood. No doubt you've heard of me. 
Well, I have a new boat to. I heard about 
your difficulties and I'd be willing to be your 
patron, but only if I got seventy-five per cent 
of the proceeds. It would be worth it, I think 

"Stop, I won't hear this! You know, or 
maybe you don't, that I've always aimed to go 
you one better, construct a boat faster, better 
than yours. Well, I've done it, but even though 
it did take my last cent, I'd rather be dead, I'd 
rather starve than to sell that boat to you, or 
take any of your help. You, you've always 
had anything you were attracted to, well, here's 
one time you won't!" 

Roy got up and left hurriedly. Night had 
fallen, the sky was black, no stars broke its 
velvet depth. Down by the shore that prize 
possession, the Narr, was sleeping, unknow- 

At 12:00 a blood red glow issued from the 
shore of the Cape. Brilliant flames grabbed 
at the pitch black of the troubled night, and 
with the destruction of the Narr, the hopes and 
dreams stored for so many years in one man's 
heart burst their bonds and disappeared in thin 
rings of smoke. 

Selma Amdur, '36. 


' 'Lisbeth, what are you doing?" 

Elizabeth did not answer, but kept on 
writing : 

It has been said, "Spy in love is a menace." 
I'm afraid I am in love. He is so good look- 
ing, tall, blond, and has such charming man- 
ners. He's all that a girl could wish for. 

Herr Schwandzig gave me oral orders and 
commissioned me to meet and vamp the Brit- 
ish Ace. I little thought he would capture 



me! It all began after I left headquarters. I 
remember now. I had on claret-colored riding 
trousers, a green pullover sweater, and white 
scarf. My motorcycle broke down a few miles 
from the city. I was tinkering with it futilely 
when a youngish man in a roadster drove up 
and stopped — He doffed his cap and smiled 
winningly at me, "May I be of assistance to 
a fair damsel in distress ?" 

"Thank you, but I don't know what's wrong. 
Perhaps you would give me a lift to the near- 
est garage and I'll have them come and get my 
cycle, that is, if you don't mind." 

We drove for about five minutes before we 
came to a garage. I asked the man to get my 
cycle and fix it for me. Ken, I didn't know 
his name then, asked me to go to lunch with 
him. My -days being free to do as I wished, 
so long as I got certain information for Herr 
Schwandzig, I accepted. 

It was during lunch that I noticed a medal 
on his watch chain. Of course I was curious 
as to how he won it, and questioned him. As 
I read the name "Reginald Keniston, for Val- 
iant Air Manoeuvers," my hands became cold, 
my throat parched. It was a feeling I have 
never felt before, though I have matched wits 
with many men. 

Examining him more closely, since now he 
was the man whom I had been commanded to 
befriend, I was surprised at his youth. I had 
pictured him as a man in his middle thirties, 
good looking, but not handsome, and rather easy 
to handle. But how mistaken I was. 

When he asked me to dinner, I couldn't re- 
fuse. No, indeed — the very chance Herr 
Schwandzig had been praying for. The din- 
ner hour, the time above all others when I was 
most skilled, I was to be with him. I decided, 
however, I could not try to learn anything 
that evening. I had to wait, to watch, and 
learn his habits and moods. 

Day after day passed, heavenly days of in- 
fatuation, insensibility for both of us, but all 
the while I didn't realize what it was leading 
to ; I just considered it part of my work. 

Of course, I reported to Herr Schwandzig 

the day after I met him. In fact, the follow- 
ing morning. 

"Ach, 'Lisbeth. Wie geht's? Hast du etwas 
gelemt?" He always called me by my first 
name and spoke to me in our native tongue. 
There wasn't any special reason as he spoke 
English as fluently as German. The minute I 
told him of my meeting with Ken, he went to 
the files and got out reports written by other 
girl spies who had tried to exact British se- 
crets from him, and lost their lives in so do- 
ing. In each case, the girls had fallen in love 
with Ken. 

"The trouble is," I told Herr Schwandzig, 
"he doesn't drink. You see, I am at a great 
disadvantage. It would be so easy to slip 
something into his wine at his apartment and 
then search the place." 

About a week later I received a letter in 
code from Herr Schwandzig. Deciphering it, 
it ran as follows : "Get R. K. to take you out 
tonight, and keep him out until late. He has 
just received information of great value to us. 
Report tomorrow morning." 

I called up Ken at once. It wasn't unusual. 
Anything is fair in love or war. 

"Hello, Ken dear. This is Elizabeth." 
"Hello, my sweet. Have you missed me ?" 
"Of course, that's why I called you." 
"Darling, can I make up for it by taking 
you out to the nicest place we know, or the 
place you want to go most?" 

"That would be perfectly heavenly." 
"All right, my sweet. I'll call for you at 
seven-thirty. Bye." 

As I leaned back on the divan, I couldn't 
help thinking of the whole business I was mixed 
up in. Here it was peace time, and spies were 
numerous, and Ken was so different; I won- 
dered whether or not he was a spy. Most peo- 
ple in the outside world were perfectly ob- 
livious to the crucial conditions between France, 
Germany, and England. One thing, at least,' 
was comforting. Ken was good company. 

He came at quarter of eight. He's jusi like 
most men who get you exasperated by be- 
ing late, and then apologize so nicely you can't 



help forgiving them instead of scolding them 
as you planned. 

"Would you like to eat here, Ken?" 

"I know a lovely restaurant where the food 
is excellent and music wonderful. Don't you 
want to go there?" 

"Do you mind? I took the liberty of hav- 
ing dinner brought to my room. Since 1 called 
you, I feel it ought to be my party for a 

"Oh, I say — Have you ordered? Is it here? 
Do we have — I mean, that's fine." 

Dinner was excellent, and we pretended — 
pretended we were at the restaurant. We 
turned on the radio and danced every now and 
then. But he seemed nervous and ill at ease. 
I know he did. Maybe it is because of what 
happened later that I think this. 

After dinner, we went into the living-room. 
There was a small fire burning brightly and 
casting gray shadows as the flames danced. 

We sat before the fire. At first, we talked 
sensibly, but after a while, we got foolish. I 
tried hard to encourage him to make love to 
me. I knew I had to keep him in my apart- 
ment, because at that very time his home was 
being searched by our men. 

Suddenly, I thought I heard the clicking of 
a door lock. That was very easy, as the whole 
apartment was quiet. Then he murmured in 
my ear, "Darling — " 

But I was tense. I knew someone was in 
my bedroom. I couldn't control myself. I let 
out a shriek of terror. 

In an instant Ken changed. "You fool !" 
he cried. "What have you done?" A re- 
volver was in his hand, and surrounding me 
were British spies. I was circled by enemies. 

"Did you find anything?" 

"Does she know anything?" 

"Boy, you sure know how to pick them." 

"You two there go finish looking." 

All this except the last was directed at Ken. 

"Would you mind," I began, trembling in- 
wardly, "telling me what this is all about?" I 
tried to pretend I knew nothing about the work 
in which we were all engaged. 

While one of the men searched my bed- 

room, I thought rapidly. I knew there was 
nothing in the apartment that could aid them. 
I also knew that at the same time German 
agents were ransacking Ken's rooms for his 
latest message — one which was to be flown 
to the border the next day. 

Time meant everything. How long I could 
stall them off, I wondered. I only hoped I 
could keep them long enough for my com- 
panions to find the message, copy it, and re- 
turn it. After that it would be a question of 
whether or not we could decipher and wire it 
before Ken got the message to his headquar- 

But I had forgotten about Herr Schwand- 
zig's letter. One of the men found it. He 
brought it into the living room. Ken was now 
sitting opposite me watching every -move. 

"What have you got there?" asked the man 
who seemed to be in charge. 

"Just a letter from her sister." 

"Let's see it. Hmmmm. I wonder — " He 
sat down at my writing desk, took out his pen- 
cil, and began to make marks on the paper. 
The minutes dragged by. The silence was 

Finally, he pushed back the chair and went 
into the other room with the paper still in his 

I looked at Ken. Why didn't he say some- 
thing to me? At last he came over and sat 
beside me. 

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry you had to scream 
and get in all this mess. I had hoped — " 

"Yes, Ken?" 

"I had hoped that they could search your 
place while we were out together. I knew you 
would have discovered their being here after 
we returned, but that wasn't going to matter. 
I had a note all written for you. Why did you 
have to be a German spy?" 

"Why, Ken, what makes you think I am?" 

"Aren't you?" 

"You silly, stupid boy." 

"Hey, you, listen to what this letter means." 
The agent returned to the living room and read 
aloud the deciphered message. "Can you beat 
that. Now, sweetheart, tell me where vour 



friend Herr Schwandzig is." This last re- 
mark was made to me. 

"I don't know," and it was the truth. I 
didn't although I had my suspicions. 

"Keniston, I'm leaving you to guard this 
little woman. The rest of us are going to your 

After they left, I looked at Ken. I was com- 
pletely at his mercy. I thought of several of 
the other girls he had ensnared. They were 
all dead now. I wondered what he was going 
to do with me. 

"Darling," he suddenly said, "would you like 
me to shoot you, or would you rather have a 
royal shooting squad?" 

"You beast!" I groaned. 

Suddenly, I found I had grasped the lamp 
on the table beside the couch. Without warn- 
ing I crashed it against Ken's head. He fell 
heavily to the floor, and I ran to my room. I 
hurriedly changed into a maid's costume I kept 
in my room, and left by the back way. 

Once free, I summoned a taxi and rode to 
one of our secret dwellings. 

The next morning in the headlines I saw : 
"British Ace wounded in girl's room. Girl 

Then Herr Schwandzig entered and inter- 
rupted what I was writing. I looked up and 
saw him standing behind me, reading what I 
had written. He's all that a girl could wish for. 
I couldn't control myself any longer, and sud- 
denly my tears began to flow rapidly. Herr 
Schwandzig tried to console me. 

"After all, 'Lisbeth, he is an Englishman. 
Your country is proud of you. We got the 

"Oh, Herr Schwandzig, that doesn't matter 
any more. Do you think he will live? I love 
him so." Herr Schwandzig smiled knowingly 
and said, "You're tired. You better go to bed." 

Long after I was in bed, I heard him say to 
the housekeeper, "I'm sorry she's in love. She 
can never be a spy again. It's too bad, be- 
cause sbe was a clever girl. I'll miss her. The 
man? Ob, yes, he died this morning, but don't 
tell her." 

I could stand it no longer. After hearing 
Herr Schwandzig's words I wondered what I 
had to live for. Flinging back the covers, I 
ran to the window and gazed at the deserted 
pavement far below. I grew dizzy. Then I 
left the window sill, and I'm falling . . . fall- 
ing . . . falling .... 

— Hildegarde Baxter, '36 


The rite of applying lipstick is as sacred to 
the American girl as smoking a peace pipe was 
to the Indians. There are many and varied 
methods by which this act is performed, but 
before I discuss them, I must diverge a bit on 
the philosophy and psychology that lies be- 
hind this most important task in a young 
woman's life. 

First, I shall discourse on the pre-applying- 
lipstick days. This period covers about four- 
teen years, dating from the birth of the female 
infant to the commencement of the gawky 
stage. The first eight years can be discounted 
because early childhood takes cognizance of 
only the superficial in life. However, after this 
time, and before the fourteenth birthday is 
what I consider the danger zone. It is then 
that the desire to apply lipstick and the in- 
ability to do so because of parental opposition, 
is conducive to a state of eternal, agonizing 
conflict in a sweet, young, innocent soul. It 
demands character to pass through these years 
unscathed. Very few do. There is brought 
about the condition of young girls trotting into 
Mother's bedroom when she is out, furtively 
daubing on her best Elizabeth Arden, and in- 
dulging in long ecstatic moments of self- 
admiration before the mirror. This is some- 
times discovered by the parents with disastrous 
results not only to the physical persons of 
aforesaid young girls, but to their delicate tem- 
peraments as well. The period becomes most 
trying at thirteen, for then it is that the urge 
to look beautiful for the men first asserts itself. 
Entrance into the teens with its accompanying 



feeling of self-importance is responsible for 

When the age of fourteen is finally reached, 
mothers usually succumb to the inevitable and 
allow their daughters to purchase lip rouge 
and apply it on special occasions, such as the 
neighborhood dances which all very young 
adolescents attend once or twice a month. Of- 
ten at this time the Mothers enter into a con- 
spiracy with the daughters whereby the girls 
are allowed the use of lipstick with the stipula- 
tion that Father is not to know. It is generally 
true that fathers do not resign themselves to 
the inevitableness of the use of lipstick as 
soon as the mothers, therefore this practice of 
deceit is necessary. 

Now every young girl must evolve her own 
special method of lipstick application. To the 
casual observer, it might seem that all females 
rouge their lips in the same manner. How- 
ever, this impression is gravely erroneous. No 
two women apply lipstick in the same way. 
Also, it is necessary to state that the art im- 
proves with practice and long months of ex- 
perimenting are required to perfect a method. 

For young girls with their first lip rouge, 
the satisfaction of being able to smear it on 
liberally, thereby letting the world know that 
they are old enough to use it is sufficient. How- 
ever, after the first year or so they realize that 
promiscuous application is not enough. Then 
they work out their own special system. I 
shall only discuss three very general methods 
for which there may be many diversifications 
according to the eccentricities of the individual. 

First there is the cupid's bow type of appli- 
cation. A cupid's bow is carefully drawn on 
the upper lip and transferred to the lower by 
the compression of the lips. Some consider 
the task completed at this stage, but the more 
careful use one finger to spread the rouge more 
evenly. The finger employed depends on the 

Then there is the straight line method, 
whereby the lipstick is drawn from one side of 
the mouth to the other (from right to left or 
left to right, depending again on the individ- 

ual) and then smoothed out with a finger. 
Usually, in this case, the rouge is applied on 
both upper and lower lips to eliminate the ne- 
cessity of transference by compression. 

Then there is the applying liberally and 
wiping right off method. It is a question in 
many minds why the persons who employ this 
type ever bother with lipstick at all. How- 
ever, that is beside the point. The rouge is 
usually spread very carefully on the lips, 
evened off by compression, and then removed 
equally carefully with a Kleenex. This method 
takes longer than the other two and produces 
the worst or best results, depending on whether 
one approves of the use of lipstick or not. 

Lip rouge is employed at some or all times 
by 99 4/100% of the female population over 
fourteen, either surreptitiously or openly. Its 
application probably consumes a good tenth of 
a woman's life because of its constant need of 
repair when once on. Its use gives jobs to 
millions who must manufacture it. But the 
most important consideration is the mental and 
spiritual uplift it gives those wearing it. 

■ — Adelaide Bull, '36. 


Although I know it's very pretty 
And adds greatly to the dish 
There's nothing that upsets my feelings 
More than parsley on my fish. 

Notwithstanding all its beauty 

I can't see why chefs are keen 

To hide their tempting victuals under 

Silly little sprigs of green. 

No matter what I choose to order, 
Corned beef hash or dishes rare 
I always find a bunch of parsley 
On my daily bill of fare. 

So keep your little bits of shrubbery. 
All for those who like their food 
Shyly covered up, demurely — 
Please, I like my lamb chops nude ! 

— Betty Anderson. 





Quakerism found its beginning in the con- 
ditions of English life in the last half of the 
seventeenth century. It was the revolt of 
honest, simple people, who were disgusted with 
the behavior of their king, courtiers, country 
squires, and the clergy of the Church of Eng- 
land whom they were compelled to support. 
Morality was low ; taxes were high ; the people 
were distressed with thoughts of another war. 
George Fox, a weaver's son, apprentice to a 
shoemaker, and dealer in wood, was destined 
to aid the oppressed common people of Eng- 
land. When he was twenty-two he began to 
preach the "inner light." But life was a one- 
sided fight for him and his followers. They 
refused to meet force with force. They ac- 
cepted their punishments quietly, but would not 
reform. Although they were jailed, paid im- 
mense fines, were subjected to all sorts of 
ridicule, they held firmly to their course — that 
of the light within. 

This small group was at first called "spiritual 
reformers," then "Collegiants" or "Seekers", 
and then "Children of the Light." During the 
second period of Fox's ministry the world 
called them "Society of Friends", or "Quakers", 
because they quaked with emotion at their 

Mary Fisher and Ann Austin were the first 
women Quakers who landed in America. In 
1656, after being kept in solitary confinement 
for five weeks, they were transported to the 
Barbadoes. In 1671-73 George Fox visited the 
Quaker colonies in this country. From this 
time on Quakerism expanded in all the coun- 
tries of the civilized world. 

The Quakers considered all men equal, and 
asserted this by addressing everyone as "thee", 
and by refusing to remove their hats in the 
presence of their betters. They wore the 
plainest of clothes, and their refusal to attend 

the church of England shocked the good people 
everywhere. They refused to support the 
established church, and consequently a period 
of severe persecution began. Because they were 
pacifistic, they irritated their persecutors, but 
their patience and gentleness gained for them 
thousands of new followers and sympathizers. 
Among these were Margaret Fell, lady of 
Swarthmore, Elizabeth Haddon, and William 
Penn, who gave to the cause that huge tract of 
land that we know as Pennsylvania. 

Although many came to America in the 17th 
century, some remained to become prominent 
bankers and merchants. There are few in Eng- 
land today, but their influence is very great. 

The Quaker meeting strikes those who are 
not familiar with it as a strange procedure. 
There is none of the usual ceremony to which 
we are accustomed — no music, no minister, no 
reading of the scripture, no ceremony, not even 
an altar. The meeting for worship usually be- 
gins with a reverent hush and silent com- 
munion. At the end of an hour a member of 
the committee on the front bench turns and 
shakes hands with his neighbor ; the program 
for the following week is read, and the meet- 
ing is over. Often not a word has been spoken 
throughout the entire hour, and yet it may be 
considered a successful meeting. 

The weekday troubles of all sorts of unfor- 
tunates are more important to them than the 
saving of souls, and the life hereafter. 

The following quotation by Jesse H. Holmes, 
in an article on the Friends' General Confer- 
ence, summarizes their position: 

"The Religious Society of Friends is scarcely 
a church at all in the traditional sense. It has 
no theological creed and claims no supernatural 
authority. Friends, better known as Quakers, 
accept as their ultimate authority the inner 
sense for truth and goodness which they believe 
to be present in everyone. The Friends have 
entered many fields of service and achieved a 
history of good works whose worth is recog- 
nized beyond their borders." 

Edith Jewett, Spec. 
Edited by Marjorie Trott, '37. 




The word "mythology" is derived from the 
Greek "mythos", meaning a tale, and from 
"logos", an account. According to its deriva- 
tion it is an account of tales; tales, in this 
case, confined to the origin, character, and 
functions of the gods, and the origin of man- 
kind. Myths are intended to convey some im- 
portant moral, or religious truth, or illustrate 
some operation of nature. Mythology also 
includes the narratives of the gods, demigods, 
and heroes, which were current among ancient 

What value is the study of mythology? To 
understand ancient literature and art one must 
know something about it. Almost all of the 
works read by students of Latin are based en- 
tirely upon myths. 

How did mythology originate? Ancient 
people originated gods. These gods were con- 
ceived to be like man, and were endowed with 
the highest and best manlike qualities. No one 
knows why the ancients did not give to one 
god all the qualities and the rule of the earth. 
We only know that there were several gods, 
each of whom had his own peculiar and partial 

Since many honors were paid to dead heroes, 
which amounted almost to religious worship, 
there arose a class of inferior gods and demi- 
gods whose real achievements, transmitted by 
popular tradition and embellished by poets, be- 
came legendary and mythical. 

Greek mythology was originated by a fusion 
of several religions. When the Hellenes en- 
tered Greece, they had a cult of the sky-god 
known as Zeus. They also acquired other 
deities, notably Apollo, Poseidon, Demeter, 
Ares, Hermes, and others. To determine ex- 
actly the origin of Greek mythology, one must 
examine each figure separately, using all the 
evidence which philology, archaeology, and 
comparative religion afford. One must also 
reckon with the possibility that other great na- 
tions which fringed the Mediterranean left their 
imprint on Greek mythology. The influence of 
Egypt on Cretan myths is past doubt. 

Spencer maintains that all religion begins 

with the worship of ghosts. The anthropologi- 
cal school appreciates the impossibility of as- 
certaining the truth as to the origin of myths, 
and realizes that human minds operate in much 
the same way. According to this school, some 
myths had their origin in the worship of dead 
ancestors, while others were attempts to ex- 
plain natural phenomena. Philosophers have 
attempted to explain the stories as mere fiction 
of the brain, or allegories with profound mean- 

There are certain questions which every un- 
educated or primitive person asks as to the 
Creation, death, and life after death. The 
answers to these questions gradually crystal- 
lized into stories of creation, gods, and heroes 
who were the forefathers of men, magnified be- 
cause unfamiliar, remote, and mysterious. "To 
the ancients," says John Fiske, "the moon was 
not a lifeless body of stones and clods ; it was 
the horned huntress, Artemis, coursing through 
the upper ether, or bathing herself in the clear 
lake ; or it was Aphrodite, the protectress of 
lovers, born of the sea foam in the East, near 
Cyprus. The clouds were not bodies of vapor- 
ized water. They were cows, with swelling 
udders, driven to the milking by Hermes, the 
summer wind ; or great sheep with moist fleeces 
slain by the unerring arrows of Bellerophon, 
the sun; or swan maidens, flitting across the 

The Greek gods had an intense hold upon 
the people. All their work was done in the 
interest of a special god. All their enjoyments 
were regarded as gifts of the gods. Every- 
where their presence was felt. These deities 
to whom the affairs of the world were entrusted 
were believed to be omnipotent and omniscient. 
Their physical strength was extraordinary, the 
earth shaking sometimes under their tread. 
They were wise, and communicated their wis- 
dom to men. They had a most strict sense of 
justice, punishing crimes rigorously, and re- 
warding noble actions. Philosophers attempted 
to explain the deities and their many actions, 
but the people accepted them just as they came, 
and believed in their sanctity. 

There were many gods in Greek mythology, 



the most powerful of these being Zeus, who 
was universally regarded as supreme, although 
he was at times cheated and deceived by the 
other gods. The other important gods were, 
Apollo, the god of archery and music, but later 
of prophecy; Ares, the god of war; Hermes, 
the herald and messenger of gods, god of 
travelers and merchants, and patron of thieves 
and athletic contests ; Dionysius, god of all life 
and vegetation. The celestial goddesses were 
Hera, wife of Zeus and protectress of women ; 
Aphrodite, goddess of sexual love whether 
legitimate or not, who had irresistible powers 
over both men and gods ; Eos, goddess of the 
morning, and sister of the sun and moon. 

The chief ambitions of the sculptors of 
Greece were to produce statues of gods. In 
the presence of good statues the people felt 
near to the gods, and were awed. Some of the 
cruder statues were believed to have come 
from heaven. Their loss meant disfavor with 
the gods. This was idolatry. Meanwhile, be- 
cause of the beauty of the statues, men en- 
deavored to grow like them. Statues meant 
much to Greek religion, because with the images 
of the gods, in human form, men could look 
up to them with the feeling of having some- 
thing in common with them. This was a 
powerful element in the Greek religion, and 
led more than anything else to the extreme 
piety of the Greeks. The most celebrated of 
these statues are the Olympian Jupiter, the 
Apollo Belvidere, the Diana a la Birche, and 
Minerva of the Parthenon, and the Venus de 

Although the subject of oracles may seem 
entirely irrevelant to mythology, it is in truth 
quite an important phase of the Greek religion. 
Oracles were the places where heathen di- 
vinities were supposed to answer those who 
consulted them. The name is also applied to 
the responses given. Among the most cele- 
brated of these oracles were those of Zeus at 
Dodona; of Apollo at Delphi; of Trophonius, 
near Lebedea in Boltia ; of Jupiter Amnion, in 
the deserts of Lybia; of Aesculapeus at Epi- 
daurus, and the Castalian Fount. As Chris- 

tianity spread these impostures gradually fell 
into disrepute, and were at length abandoned. 
It is interesting to note the Christian opinion 
of these oracles. Christians believed that 
although the oracles were attributed in general 
to jugglery and imposture, there were occasions 
in which it was impossible to doubt the direct 
agency of evil spirits. Many instances have 
been recorded where a Christian imposed 
silence on an oracle by the pronouncing of the 
name of Christ, or by the sign of the cross, 
and sometimes by merely being present. 

The similarity between the Greek and Roman 
mythology is so great that they often become 
confused. Although the Romans undoubtedly 
had their own gods and superstitions, they had 
almost no regular mythology of their own. 
When they took over the arts and the science 
of the Greeks, they also adopted the divinities 
and the entire system of religion. They re- 
garded the gods not as persons, but as powers 
without bodily form. They gradually absorbed 
Greek ideas until they took over almost en- 
tirely the Cretan system of myths, identifying 
them whenever possible with their native gods, 
and in other cases adding new deities to the 
religious system. Since Roman literature is 
widely read in the schools, we have till re- 
cently used the Roman names instead of the 
Greek; which is erroneous and confusing, as 
Greek and Roman concepts are never the same, 
and sometimes widely different. Because of 
this, the subject of Greek mythology has been 
under serious disabilities because it has been 
studied through a Roman medium. 

The practice of calling Greek gods by their 
Roman names is now at an end. But although 
we have dropped the Roman names, we are 
still inclined to invest Greek gods with Latin 
personalities. We no longer call the Greek 
god of love Cupid, but we still picture him 
as a fat mischievous urchin with bow and ar- 
rows, a conception which would have astonished 
the Greeks, who had as his image an "un- 
wrought stone." 

Helen Williams, '37. 

Edited by Mary Elton, '36. 





Has anyone, in answer to your immediate 
question, ever had the audacity to reply, "Well, 
no he isn't exactly good-looking, but he's aw- 
fully nice"? If so, beware! 

To your sorrow, however, you probably 
won't beware. In fact, you will listen only too 
eagerly to her further prevarications : "Well, as 
a matter of fact, he is only eighteen ; but (has- 
tily) he acts much older, and everyone takes 
him for at least twenty-one, and he really can 
dance." Finally, with sufficient inexperience 
and sufficient persuasion you acquiesce. 

After lying awake nights for the ensuing 
week, the fateful evening arrives. Upon see- 
ing him, your thoughts will take one of two 
channels: either, "He isn't half bad," or "I 
won't go ; I simply won't." 

The conversation is apt to be a bit halting 
at first. Something seems to be the trouble — 
your usual spontaneous and sparkling phrases 
are falling flatly upon unresponsive ears. If 
you smoke, he doesn't ; and, to make matters 
worse, you discover that he isn't an athlete, a 
scholar, or a practical joker ; this is followed 
by a long and painful silence. You are off to 
a flying start. 

On the dance floor, he clutches you violently 
and bends your head back so far that it is stiff 
for a week afterwards. Having done nothing 
but "dips" and "sidesteps" for the past few 
years, you discover to your dismay that he 
ventures the waltz-square of your dancing 
school days. By the time you are ready for 
home, he has reached a romantic state, and 
attempts to be a crooner, by lustily singing 
your favorite songs in a scratchy tenor. 

In despair on the steps of the old home- 
stead, you think of the horrible dream behind 
you, as he insists. 

"You name the night, any night soon." 
You mutter, "I'm sorry," and with thanks- 
giving close the door in his questioning face. 

Helen Meyercord, '34-35. 

At the organization of the Art Club in the 
early part of February, Marian Mapes was 
elected president. Preparations were imme- 
diately made for a George Washington dinner 
on February 21. Lasell dressed appropriately 
for the occasion and dined by candlelight. Af- 
ter coffee in the library, Dr. and Mrs. Winslow 
led the grand march, and costumes were 
judged, prizes being awarded for the most ap- 
propriate, the prettiest and the most ingenious. 

On March 12, the Art Club with others of 
the student body, visited the Van Gogh ex- 
hibition and brought back interesting remarks 
on this much-discussed work. The next big 
undertaking of the Club was the sponsoring of 
an exhibition of water colors and paintings by 
members of the Hobby School, of which Miss 
Peterson is the head. A tea on April 23 opened 
the exhibit which continued until the first of 
May, and was open to all Lasell girls and 
their friends. 

This year unusual poster work was done 
by Miss Peterson's students. A planned course 
in the making of war posters was first con- 
ducted, the object of which was to realize the 
artists' feelings toward the peace movement, 
to show the causes of war, and to show what 
happens when a country does go to war. The 
resulting posters were on the walls of the 
chapel for several days and a student vote was 
taken for the poster which was most effective 
as peace propaganda. In connection with this 
display, Miss Rachdorf had her psychology 
classes write up the psychological effect of each 
of the posters. A reproduction of one of the 
most effective ones occurs on the opposite 

The climax of the year's work was the art 
exhibition in the studio on June 4. This in- 
cluded examples of every kind of work done 
by the art students. The peace posters were 
again on display and an interesting exhibition 
was made of water colors done from figures. 
With a large group of art students this year, 
the department showed exceedingly fine talent. 




By Henry James Forman 

(Continued from May Issue) 
Movies and Conduct 

Motion pictures are a school. Young chil- 
dren have always been imitators and they want 
to be like the hero or heroine in a picture. 

One young convict has said, "Motion pic- 
tures were responsible a little in starting me up 
in the racket." When a child, he played "cops 
and robbers just like I saw in the movies." 
Girls and boys alike imitate movie stars in 
dress, characteristics, and love-making. Movies 
are really "a liberal education in the art of love- 
making," day dreaming often becoming an 
everyday habit for the frequent movie-goer, 
who imagines screen actors as her lovers. This 
day dreaming is a method of escape from the 
realities of failure and sometimes acts as a drug 
which may pass over into patterns of thought 
and desire which in turn are conduct forming. 

Molded by the Movies 
By habitual attendance at movies one's out- 
look on life is molded. Many people grow up 
with an intense fear of the Chinese race be- 
cause of the parts played by these people in 
pictures. Children even become dissatisfied 
with their home environment after watching 
the social life of the pictures. 

In "Our Movie Made Children," Henry 
James Forman says, "The widespread extent 
of the movies has brought multiplicity of temp- 
tations within reach of the masses." Often- 
times ambitions are kindled and good resolu- 
tions are made, but in the long run they do not 
last as long as the bad effects of movies. In 
the most impressionable years of their life, 
young people see movies, the effects of which 
are of extraordinary weight and potentiality, 
and often amount to a shaping and molding of 
their character. What if we could have equal 
emphasis upon high ideals ! 

The Path to Delinquency 
About one-fourth of the high school chil- 
dren say that movies make them more favor- 

able to crime; they show sympathy towards 
the criminals. It is from pictures of the Robin 
Hood type that they learn to admire the cun- 
ning of wrong-doers and criminals. 

From the life depicted by the movies, young 
people assume that luxuries and money are the 
right of everyone. Boys are moved to the de- 
sire of making money easily and girls want 
money to spend in order to dress as their screen 
favorites do. Inmates in penal institutions ac- 
knowledge that pictures taught them to act 
"tough" and like "a big guy." 

Young boys see pictures of stealing and think 
that they can do the same things. It has been 
said that we are all potential criminals, and 
the movies supply that spark, the necessary 
stimulus, to start one off on the wrong track. 
"I learned from the movies the scientific way 
of pulling jobs," states one young fellow. Oth- 
ers admit that the movies taught them to "stick 
up, fool policemen, and pull the jobs." Ideas 
and impulses are checked and held within the 
mind for a given time. They may pass away; 
they may remain and work in subtle ways in a 
pattern of life. 

The way of the delinquent is further em- 
phasized by the following quotation, "Forty- 
one per cent of the delinquent girls admitted 
it was the movie-made urge that inclined them 
to wild parties, cabarets, and road-houses. Men 
use certain pictures for stimulating and arousing 
passions and desire in girls." 

Deterrent and Correctional 

There are some — but so few — good pictures 
which move young people to various degrees 
of kindness, family affection, and sense of duty. 
But with the majority, the good from these pic- 
tures does not remain in the mind nearly so 
long as does the bad. This resulting "good 
period" lasts not over a month with the great- 
est number of delinquents. For the purpose 
of entertainment, movies in prisons and insti- 
tutions are a definite help, but as a deterrent 
to delinquency and crime or for reformation, 
the movies as a whole appear unimportant. 




Miss Marjorie Bassett of Orleans, Vermont 






May 1 — -Mr. Thomas Cooper of the New 
England Telephone and Telegraph Company 
gave an illustrated lecture on wireless tele- 
phone with a demonstration of a ship to shore 

May 3 — The choir of the Centenary Metho- 
dist Church of Auburndale gave a concert at 

May 4 — Dorothy Ell, senior class president, 
spoke in chapel ; her subject, "What is your 

May 5 — "Birds" was the topic of Mr. Lau- 
rence B. Fletcher's informal talk at assembly. 
He explained the process of banding the birds 
and told several amusing experiences. 

German Club picnic. 

May 6 — Winter sports letters were given out 
to basketball and swimming stars. 

May 7 — Day students' bridge in Barn. 

May 8— Mr. A. C. Shelton took Lasell on 
a trip to Newfoundland with his illustrated lec- 
ture. Mr. Shelton is an authority on the use 
of the colored slide. 

May 10 — The wife of the founder of the 
Christian Endeavor Society, Mrs. Francis E. 
Clark, spoke at Vespers. 

May 13 — "The King's Niece," a play written 
and directed by Elaine Frank, '36, was pre- 
sented at chapel. 

The Glee Club took Lasell on a musical 
cruise at their annual "Pops" concert in the 

May 15 — "Lasell Night at the Pops," Sym- 
phony Hall, Boston, climaxed another Orphean 
season when the "doves in white" made their 
final appearance of the year. 

May 17 — Doris Jones, '35, and Jeanne Keck, 
'36, two of Lasell's talented musicians, enter- 
tained at a musical Vespers. 

May 19 — Lasell was honored to have Sir 
Herbert Ames speak at chapel. Subject: the 
League of Nations. 

Field Day and a picnic supper. 



May 21 — Tennis matches : Brookline vs. 

May 24 — Dr. Brewer Eddy spoke at the last 
missionary Vespers. 

May 27 — Annual River Day brought fun and 
surprises, including a sudden hail storm. The 
Senior REDS were victorious. 

May 31 — Dr. Boynton Merrill spoke at last 
Vespers. Dr. Merrill's theme was "Be ye goin' 
down the valley?" 

June 3 — The Orphean Club and soloists en- 
tertained at the Commencement concert in the 

June 4 — Endowment Fund lawn party with a 
style show and exhibition by the Home Ec. 
girls. Marjorie Bassett was crowned June 

June 5 — President Winslow's formal recep- 
tion to the Seniors, former students and guests 
in the Library. 

June 6 — The Alumnae gathered for their 
various class reunions, while the Seniors and 
their mothers lunched at Seder's "Ten Acres" 
in Wayland. 

Class Night exercises held their usual at- 
traction for Lasell and guests. 

June 7 — Baccalaureate service was held in 
the Congregational Church. Dr. Earl W. Led- 
den of the Mathewson Street Church in Provi- 
dence, R. I., was the speaker. 

June 8 — Last chapel and presentation of 
awards for the year. Commencement address 
was delivered by Charles Neal Barney of 
Scarsdale, N. Y. ; the Seniors' farewell to the 
Crow's Nest and the Commencement Luncheon. 


Fling all your periods to the wind 
Throw in a dash — for suspense 

Make a continual row of dots 

What if it doesn't make sense! 

Stick in "quotations" and question marks 
drop off the capital letter, 
Write all your verse this delightful way 
And see if it doesn't look better. 

— Betty Anderson. 


Now that Commencement is over, a resume 
of the final sports of the year is opportune. 

Crew came to its climax in a blaze of excite- 
ment and fun with River Day on May 27. 
Ruth Schierenbeck's Senior Maroon crew 
stroked to a victory, with Marjorie Gilbert's 
Junior Blues coming in second. Marian 
Sleeper was elected head of Crew for 1936-37. 

In the tennis tournament with Brookline 
High School, Lasell was the winner. Louise 
Hedlund, Emily Hubbel, Marian Sleeper, Ann 
Robertson, Priscilla Bailey, Betty Ann Taylor 
and Phyllis Gunn were the players in the match. 
Louise Hedlund was victorious in the Lasell 

Field Day on May 19 combined sports, re- 
freshments, and showers providing an exciting 
though damp afternoon for the track stars. 
The WHITES came out ahead with 390 points 
against 286 for the BLUES. Edyth Cummings 
was the highest individual scorer, and the 
Juniors won the inter-class competition. 

In golf, Marguerite Mooney, head of that 
sport, was the winner. 

Ann Robertson is the head of Swimming for 
next year, and Viola Smith and Rae Salisbury 
are the BLUE and WHITE captains. 


Today I weave the pattern for my life 
Upon a loom so scarred by many lives, 

And when my weaving days shall be no more, 
What of the pattern lying there, so still? 

Oh, may it fill my heart with joy and pride, 
Not make me sadly bow my head in shame. 

Mary Holt, '36. 





(The Commencement address delivered by 
Charles Neal Barney.) 

From time immemorial the graduating 
classes of our colleges and preparatory schools 
have been assured by their elders that they 
were coming upon the stage of activity at a 
critical period in the life of their country and 
the world. And this statement is always true ; 
for every year is critical in the sense that, 
whatever the present condition of society may 
be, the intellectual leadership in this country 
is being determined each year by the young 
men and women who go forth from our insti- 
tutions of higher learning. 

In "Man, the Unknown," by Dr. Alexis 
Carrel, the distinguished physician says, speak- 
ing of present conditions, "In spite of the im- 
mense sums of money expended on the edu- 
cation of the children and the young people of 
the United States, the intellectual elite does not 
seem to have increased." We have today gen- 
eral education, and wide diffusion of know- 
ledge, and yet the average man has not pro- 
gressed as he should have progressed in the 
use of his intellectual power. Neither has he 
advanced as he should have advanced in the 
use of his cultural opportunities, in spite of 
more general training in the last half century 
in music and the cultural arts. Mr. Santayana 
in "The Last Puritan" makes one of his char- 
acters say of America, "Our mediocrity, with 
our resources, is a disgrace.' 

In urging you to take a position above 
mediocrity in the use of the intellect and the 
appreciation of the arts I am aware that clear 
thinking and refinement of mind and conduct 
are found in every social stratum, but they 
ought to be found predominantly among those 
who have had the special opportunities of our 
institutions of higher education. Since, there- 
fore, responsibility not only for progress, but 
even the maintenance of the position we have 
already attained in civilization and culture rests 

upon the shoulders of such as you, it is this 
problem to which I wish to direct your atten- 
tion today: What must the educated young 
American do, to assure a life above the plane 
of mediocrity? 

Well, the first thing he must do is not only 
to be dissatisfied with mediocrity, but to set up 
intellectual habits, having first convinced him- 
self that the more abundant life which we all 
seek will result only as the individual culti- 
vates accurate and honest thinking. I venture 
to suggest a few of such habits. 

He will have intellectual acquisitiveness. He 
will read and converse with mental alertness. 
New words, facts and ideas will challenge him. 
When he meets them he will try to dispel his 
own ignorance by acquiring further knowledge. 
There is no hobby which carries greater de- 
light to the mature mind than the collection of 
facts and ideas that become a part of us and 
enrich our daily conversation and our lives. 
But while knowledge is the basis of intellectual 
understanding, it should not be mistaken for 
understanding which alone comes from the ap- 
plication of reason to the knowledge that has 
been gained. And it is the sound use of the 
reason that gives intellectual eminence. 

Again, the man who wishes to live above 
mediocrity will seek intellectual accuracy. 
Words, as we know them in any language, are 
symbols. To use words carefully and with 
discrimination, to have a vocabulary suffi- 
ciently varied to be able to express shades of 
meaning, is a primary essential. It is the 
amazing divergence between the ability of dif- 
ferent persons to translate an author's word 
symbols into their own consciousness that 
marks the wide gap between the accurate and 
the slovenly use of the mind. Without accur- 
acy in the knowledge of the symbols employed 
we can neither understand nor be understood. 

Again, accurate use of words leads to ac- 
curacy in habits of thought, and the man who' 
would rise above the slovenly habits of think- 
ing that we are today referring to as charac- 
teristic of mediocrity, must think straight, think 
of men and problems impartially and with an 


open mind, with cold logic searching for the we must not assume that this is the whole pic- 
truth. He will learn early not to be swerved ture. There are certain other fundamentals 
by the specious argument of the propagandist, in successful living which fall outside our pres- 
by fulsome praise or by his own prejudices, ent home. After all, devotion to one's fam- 
He will be skeptical of opinions, until he is sure ily, one's country and one's God, kindliness, 
of the facts upon which they are predicated, human sympathy and love of justice, are the 
He will give the true emotions that spring great motivating forces of men. Clear think- 
from filial devotion, patriotism and religion ing that disregards these motives may be futile, 
their exalted place in motivating his life, but but the presence of these great emotions with- 
he will not mistake maudlin sentimentality for out clear thinking is the very food the dema- 
argument. gogue thrives on. 

To those of us who were trained in the It is one of the tragedies of human effort 

schools of a generation ago, it seems unfortu- that no generation can bequeath to its success- 

nate for culture that there has been lost from ors the lessons learned solely from experience, 

school curricula that close contact with the life from the actual challenges of life ; and though 

of Ancient Greece that characterized American you have high aspirations some of your wisest 

education until recently. For the Greeks had moments will come after you too have failed 

this great desire to rise above mediocrity in all to accomplish your ideals. If you wonder what 

things. Dr. Livingstone of Oxford in his connection this has with the theme of this ad- 

"Greek Ideals in Modern Life" has called at- dress, I remind you that some of the signifi- 

tention to the prevalence in Greek literature cant failures of my generation in this country 

from Homer to Aristotle of the word apery arose because, at a time when we should have 

(ar-e-tay) which is commonly translated "vir- used our intellects to think problems through, 

tue," but which seems to me better translated we surrendered to our emotions. What would 

"excellence." It meant the high degree of ex- have happened to European civilization had we 

cellence which a particular person or thing had not intervened by entering the World War, no 

for doing his or its particular task. There was one is wise enough to know. What would have 

a special aperr) for a man as a man, which was happened to American ideals if we had listened 

different from the aperrj of the same man as a to the pacifists of our day and suppressed our 

poet or an athlete. For a man might be an ex- emotions, no one is wise enough to know, 

cellent athlete or an excellent poet and yet be This we do know, however, that the war did 

devoid of the standards that make an excellent not settle the problems of Europe, and that we, 

man. The Greek theory was that in his work, although less directly affected than European 

in his play, in his social relations as an indi- people by economic dislocations and by the bit- 

vidual, a man should strive for excellence, the terness of the strife, are nevertheless indirectly 

attainment of which would alone make him affected, 
worthy of emulation ! Members of the Graduating Class : I ask you 

It is for such excellence in the intellectual to remember as you go from here that the em- 

and cultural life, I am pleading today, an ex- phasis at your Commencement was on certain 

cellence which is not reflected in the negative intellectual and cultural values. Progress in 

attitude of just getting by, but in the positive those intangible things that spell successful liv- 

effort for intellectual acquisitiveness and ac- ing .is dependent on intellectual, cultural and 

curacy in mental and cultural integrity ; in the spiritual supremacy in large numbers of peo- 

ability to think things through until one at last pie. Contributory factors in this progress, such 

comes to the great vision of the Truth. social institutions as the family, schools, 

While we have been discussing this morning churches, courts and government itself, become 

excellence in standards of thought and culture, more adequate only as public opinion becomes 



more sound. Public opinion in a democracy 
is what millions of people think and feel and 
express. Therefore upon every person who 
has enjoyed special intellectual and cultural ad- 
vantages, is the responsibility, through indi- 
vidual excellence, of helping to maintain 
standards above the plane of mediocrity, and 
thereby to keep human society in harmony 
with Eternal Truth. 

This is the challenge presented you today 
as you become alumnae of an institution that 
for so long has taught the principles of indi- 
vidual excellence. May you keep before you 
the vision of "the high, white star of Truth" 
with everlasting gratitude to your alma mater, 
who this morning gives you visible evidence of 
her abiding faith in you. 


The baccalaureate sermon for the class of 
1936 was delivered on June seventh by the 
Reverend Dr. W. Earl Ledden of Providence, 
Rhode Island. Choosing for his theme the 
quotation from Robert Browning 

' .... a man's reach should exceed his grasp, 
Or what's a Heaven for?" 

Dr. Ledden sought to clarify the goals for 
which the young graduate of today should be 
reaching. Too much of life is spent not in 
reaching but in grasping, on the theory that 
"a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush," 
yet even the proverb is based on a fallacy : no 
sane person, hearing two birds sing. Dr. Led- 
den continued, could prefer to hold one in the 
hand. Any transaction that takes the song 
out of life is a poor transaction ; nothing can 
repay for the loss of the song. Grasping then, 
Dr. Ledden asserted, too frequently results in 
disappointment and disillusionment just as the 
object is obtained. Reaching for what "ex- 
ceeds our grasp" may appear visionary but ac- 
tually brings the only lasting happiness. 

Reaching must always be for the impossible 
or we may repeat the tragedy of the artist who 
finally grasped what he had striven for ; his 
work of art was flawless, but in his very satis- 

faction with his achievement, the artist saw 
his genius beginning to decay. 

For what must one reach? For something 
big and something permanent was Dr. Led- 
den's answer. He contrasted in permanent 
human values the recently launched Queen 
Mary, in the restaurant of which the three 
ships of Columbus might easily be placed, with 
the three ships themselves. Too often, he 
maintained, our generation is bullied by bulk. 
The test of ships, for instance, is not how big 
is their bulk but who is on them and what is 
their purpose. 

In stressing the need for a goal of perman- 
ence as well as of greatness, he aptly illus- 
trated his point by the Indians who stood 
amazed by the bulk of New York's skyscrapers 
until the eldest chief among them said, "White 
man big man ; put stone on stone ; make build- 
ing high; someday Great Spirit go PHUT and 
buildings fall down." Dust to dust is the end 
of all things material, the large as well as the 
small. Reach for something with spiritual 
reality, with amplitude and permanence was 
Dr. Ledden's warning. 

No generation will have more difficulty in 
reaching for the highest, yet civilization never 
needed clearer thinking and deeper consecra- 
tion than it does today. For his final example 
of reaching for greater achievements the 
speaker chose Admiral Byrd, now the con- 
queror of both poles, who has dedicated him- 
self to the exploration of the nature of man, 
to the discovery of new roads to peace and 
finer human relations. This is the reaching 
that counts, Dr. Ledden insisted, as he con- 
cluded his sermon with the words : "May you 
never grow tired of the strain of reaching and 
never be content with what you can grasp." 


June 8, 1936 

Field Day Cup. Won by the Junior Team. 
Presented to Louise Tardivel, president of the 
Junior Class. 

Winning Crezv. The Senior Red Crew won. 
Members of this crew receive an "L." Ruth 



Schierenbeck, Captain ; Barbara Darcey, Dor- 
othea Eburne, Mary Elton, Janice Shutter, 
Esther Sosman, Marian Mapes. Two girls 
were members of the winning crew last year 
and receive a Bar : Elizabeth Kenney and 
Margaret Raymond. 

Tenuis. Louise Hedlund, winner of the 
Tennis Tournament, receives an "L." Her 
name is engraved on a cup that remains at the 
school. An individual trophy is given to her 
by the Athletic Association. 

Golf. The winner of the Golf Tournament, 
Marguerite Mooney, receives an individual 
statuette given by the Golf Club. Her name 
is also engraved on the school cup. 

The Athletic Shield. Won by the White 
Team. Presented to Rae Salisbury, leader of 
the Whites. 

Secretarial Course 

Shorthand: Dorothea Eburne, Jeanne M. 
Keck, Jeanette Tifft. 

Shorthand and Typewriting : Marjorie An- 
drews, Ruth Ellsworth, Emily Hubbel, Eliza- 
beth Kenney, Ruth Koritzky, Marjorie Mori- 
son, Helen Saul, Janice Shutter, Audrey Smith, 
Deborah York. 

Accounting : Hildegarde Baxter, Ruth Keyes, 
Muriel Ray. 

Shorthand, Typewriting and Accounting: 
Marjorie Reed. 

Typewriting : Hildegarde Baxter, Helen Con- 
don, Prudence Crandall, Miriam Goff, Phyllis 
Gunn, Virginia Hausler, Helen How, Hilda 
Katersky, Arlene Kerr, Ruth Keyes, Elizabeth 
Kobrock, Barbara Lane, Trithena McFarland, 
Margaret Raymond, Doris Sperry, Charlotte 

Secretarial: Jane Arend, Marjorie Bassett. 
Home Economics Course 

Foods Major: Elizabeth Pomeroy, Hilda 

Foods & Clothing Major: Marian Burke, 
Dorothy Forbes, Mary Murray, Marjorie 


Blanche Bourke, Mary Brooks, Natalie 


Special Art 
Ruth Upham, Carolyn Young. 

Elaine B. Frank. 

Academic Music Course 
Piano & Organ Major: Dorothea Eburne. 

Budget Prizes 
An annual award of $5.00 to be divided be- 
tween a first ($3.00) and a second ($2.00) 
prize, has been offered by Mrs. Etta Austin 
McDonald, trustee of Lasell, for contestants 
who handle their personal funds most wisely. 
1st — Hildegarde Baxter 
2nd — Sophia Regas 
Leaves Prizes : Awarded for excellence of 
workmanship on the Lasell Leaves Staff and 
the Lasell News Staff for 1935-36: 
Marjorie Andrews 
Deborah York 
Sewing Prizes : Honorable Mention : Mary 
Murray. Awarded to : 

1st— Ruth Buswell 
2nd — Marjorie Stuart 
Foods Prices : Honorable Mention : Mary 
Murray and Dorothy Forbes. Awarded to : 
1st — Marjorie Stuart 
2nd — Elizabeth Pomeroy 

Lasell Coats: "One girl out of a Hundred!" 
The "all-around" Lasell girl with a high stand- 
ard of character and possessing in high degree 
the qualities named below is awarded a Lasell 

Scholarship Good sportsmanship 

Loyalty Poise 

Consideration of others Leadership 

Three jackets are awarded each year. 
Honorable Mention : Marian Mapes 

Awarded to : Jeanne Keck 

Esther Sosman 

Marjorie Stuart 
Scholarship Prizes: Honorable Mention: 
(Tied for third place) Jane Arend and Mar- 
jorie Bassett. Awarded to: 

1st — Deborah York 

2nd— Mary Hoit 



The Leaves Personals Editor takes pleasure 
in introducing the wedding and engagement 
announcements with this exceptionally pleasing 
and informal invitation verbally given by the 
mother of the bride-elect. 

"Lasell friends residing in or visiting near 
Oak Park, Illinois, are cordially invited to 
attend the wedding of Virginia B. Johnston, 
'36, and Mr. Richard Loud, which will be 
solemnized in the Episcopal Church, September 
19, at eight o'clock." 

April 26— Helen Mary Tracy, '28, and Mr. 
Gilbert Stebbins Shaw at Harrison, New York. 
Mr. and Mrs. Shaw are now "at home" at 115 
Belmont Avenue, Springfield, Mass. 

May 8— Margaret McClaren, '32, and Mr. 
Charles Seymour Rogers at Pittsfield, Mass. 

May 23— Elizabeth Dupka, '33-'34, and Mr. 
John Marion Cupp at Pittsburgh, Penna. 

May 27 — Clare Hightower, '30, and Dr. 
David Wardlaw Moore at New Orleans, La. 

June 6 — Enid Jackson, '32, and Mr. Robert 
Richard Giles at East Orange, N. J. 

June 6 — Dorothy Hall, '31, and Mr. Malcolm 
Edwin Bottomley at Lawrence, Mass. 

June 10— Dorothy Stevens, '34-'35, and Mr. 
Ered E. Osborne, Jr., at Santa Barbara, Calif. 

June 1 3— Phoebe Dotten, '28, and Mr. Robert 
Low at Winchester, Mass. 

June 13 — Angelita Santiago, '33, and Mr. 
Arthur Gebelein at Auburndale, Mass. Seventy- 
one Ashland Street, Taunton, Mass., is their 
new address. 

June 17 — Marjorie Tillotson, '31, and Mr. 
Ralph Henry Barnes at Lenox Dale, Mass. 

June 19 — Marjorie Stone, '33-'34, and Mr. 
Norman Dow at Newton Centre, Mass. 

June 20 — Elizabeth Swift, '33, and Mr. 
Richard Edward Coyle at Chicago, 111. 

June 20 — Frances Findlay, '35, and Mr. 
George Angus Douglass, Jr., at Stonington, 
Conn. Doris Jones, '35, was the organist, while 
Esther Joslyn, '35, and Virginia Leahy, '34, 
were members of the bridal party. 

July 2 — Edith Hussey, '28, and Mr. Kipling 
Adams at Sharon, Mass. 

July 4— Phyllis Sherwell, '31, and Mr. John 
Clarkson at Burke, New York. 

July 5 — Joanna Collier, '30, and Mr. Philip 
A. Cooper at Melrose Highlands, Mass. 

July 8 — Sunny Liebman, '34, and Mr. Harold 
Hirsch at Atlanta, Georgia. Mary Fitch, '34, 
was Sunny's maid-of-honor. 

We have also learned of the wedding of 
Marjorie Maxfield, '27, and Captain William 
Smith at Elkton, Maryland. Lucy Robertson, 
'32, is now Mrs. George Emery Taylor ; her 
present address, 151 Prospect Avenue, Mount 
Vernon, New York. 

Word has come of the following engage- 
ments: Marjorie Middleton, '31, to Mr. Wil- 
liam E. Maynard, Jr., of Providence, R. I. ; 
Leora Adams, '29, to Mr. Vernon Masten; 
Marion McAuliffe, '34, to Mr. Earl Lantrey; 
Rachel DeWolf, '32, to Mr. O. Paul Herzig; 
Julia Larrabee, '28, to Mr. George Donald 
Ingham of Lowell, Mass. ; and Barbara Ord- 
way, '35, to Mr. Edwin Avery Brewer of 
Shrewsbury, Mass. 

The rapid exit of our student body, re- 
unioning classes and guests following Com- 
mencement would leave our Lasell staff still 
in residence quite bereft were it not for the 
often unexpected return of some "old girl." 
Our first and most welcomed visitor to "fill 
in the gap" was Margaret Hitt Perkins, '27, 
accompanied by her lawyer-husband. This time 
their visit to New England was primarily on 
account of Mr. Perkins' class reunion at Am- 
herst College. Peggy brought good news from 
out of the West and her best news item was 
the announcement of their increased posses- 



sions in the persons of two dear little sons, 
Ralph aged five, and wee George, just three 
years old. Margaret also shared with us the 
good news that her classmate, Kay Tufts Weise 
'27, has a little son, David, born in March, 
1936. We were delighted with even a brief 
call from these loyal Lasell westerners, but alas, 
when we thought of those three little sons for 
a few moments, we were a bit jealous of 
Amherst and Yale. 

Four highly prized former teachers called 
at Lasell immediately following the Commence- 
ment weekend : Miss Mary P. Witherbee, '92. 
Miss Frances K. Dolley, Miss Margaret Rand 
and Mrs. Jean Goodrich. Miss Witherbee re- 
turned to New England from Oregon via 
Texas, where she had a delightful visit with 
Sarah Caldwell, '06. Miss Dolley had already 
motored some two thousand miles on her 
vacation journey. Miss Rand, as Miss Dolley's 
guest, had just enjoyed an ideal auto trip on 
Cape Cod, and there met Miss Roxanna Tuttle, 
also one of our former instructors. Mrs. Good- 
rich was on for her class reunion at Wellesley 
College. Of her daughters she reported Claudia 
returns to Smith College next year on a full 
scholarship ; Betty is thoroughly enjoying Sim- 
mons, and both of the sisters this summer are 
on the staff of the Saint Johnsbury local paper. 

Through the courtesy of Miss Irene Rach- 
dorf, we had the privilege of meeting recently 
Mrs. Mary Lidikay Boyd. Home duties and 
the care of a happy family have but given added 
charm to this former faculty member. 

Lasell had hoped to include Cornelia Hem- 
ingway Killam, '22, among our guests at Com- 
mencement time, but illness at home prevented 
her coming. In her note of regret, Cornelia 
writes: 'My three boys are healthy and happy 
enjoying farm life, and indeed it is doing us 
all good. Next year I shall plan to be with 
you for our 15th Reunion." 

On June 2, Dorothy Hale, '26, and her host- 
ess, Dorothy Spooner Cleveland, were our 

guest callers. Each is busy in her chosen voca- 
tion. Dorothy H. is devoted to her mother 
and music and Dorothy C. has a full program 
as home-maker and wife of a member of the 
Northeastern University faculty. It was grati- 
fying to catch a glimpse of these "old girls" 
at the various Commencement functions. Re- 
membering Dorothy H.'s musical gifts, we 
were not surprised at the close of the Com- 
mencement concert to overhear Prof. Dunham's 
greeting, which was : "Dorothy, had I discovered 
you in the audience, I would have called you 
at once to take your old place in the Orphean 

Mrs. McDonald is at present the guest of 
Major and Mrs. J. Laurence Black (Gwendolyn 
McDonald, '18-'28). One of the happy ob- 
jectives of our assistant dean's visit is to be- 
come personally acquainted with her wee grand- 
son, Frank Bunting Black 2d. She is discover- 
ing that this speechless but priceless little child 
is drawing all ranks of relatives his way; that 
even his grandfather, the senior member of the 
Canadian Parliament, gladly turns from affairs 
of state to pay homage to this his little name- 

A letter from Ella Richardson Cushing. '73, 
is seldom received without our wishing to share 
it with the Leaves. A recent note from Mrs. 
Cushing enclosed a letter from Alice Clarke 
Dodge, '96, in which Mrs. Dodge in turn refers 
to a message from Bessie Roper Conant, '92-'95. 
Mrs. Conant told of her happy meeting with 
the Loud sisters (Ethel, '96, and Grace, '95), 
and with Josephine Chandler Pierce, '96, now 
a trustee of Lasell Junior College. Mrs. Conant 
closes her message to Mrs. Dodge with, "I have 
placed on the front page of my 1936 calendar 
this quotation from your letter : 'The happiness 
of your life depends on the quality of your 
thoughts.' " No wonder these elect Alumnae 


have carried on so splendidly through the years. 
They are among those who have heard and 
accepted Browning's high summons : "Grow old 
along with me ; the best is yet to be." 



A number of "Old Girls" have asked, "Is 
our Dean Emerita to remain at Lasell?" The 
Personals Editor happens to know that through 
the courtesy of our President and the trustees 
of the college Miss Potter will continue to be 
in residence at Lasell, always eagerly awaiting 
to greet the returning Alumnae and joining with 
Dean Lichliter in extending a cordial welcome 
to the new girls. 

And yet another honor, well deserved, has 
come to our Charlotte Ridley, '30, the only 
New England girl to receive the degree of 
Bachelor of Music from the Curtis Institute of 
Music in Philadelphia. A press notice con- 
taining a fine picture of Charlotte reads : "Miss 
Ridley was graduated from Lasell Junior Col- 
lege in 1930. While at Curtis, where entrance 
is by scholarship only, she has done much work 
in concert and radio, and has already received 
a post-graduate scholarship from Curtis for the 
coming year." 

One day in May, Marguerite Brandt, '34, 
and Emily Cleaves, '34, glanced into our office 
and immediately disappeared to one of our 
lawn tennis courts. It seemed good to have 
these "Doves" making themselves at home as in 
their school days. "Miggie" is happily em- 
ployed at the Liberty Mutual Life Insurance 
Company, Boston, and "Emmy" is with the 
Heywood-Wakefield Company, Gardner. 

Dorothy Stewart Allen, '17, and her family 
are now residing in Washington, D. C. A re- 
cent business summons took Mr. Allen to the 
national capital and this has proved to be a 
permanent rather than a temporary call. We 
do not know of anyone better prepared to 
enjoy her new environment than Dorothy. We 
were grieved to learn that she has recently 
sustained a double bereavement in the passing 
away of her mother and grandmother. Our 
sincere sympathy is extended to her and to her 
dear family. 

It is difficult to realize that Jean has com- 
pleted her high school course. We too hope 

that some day she may be enrolled at her 
mother's Alma Mater. 

The alluring programs offered in Washing- 
ton have not interrupted Dorothy's weaving, 
which is still proving a profitable as well as 
enjoyable avocation. Her message closes with 
the reassurance that the recollections of years 
spent at Lasell are among her happiest mem- 

Our President and Mrs. Winslow greatly 
appreciate the proffered hospitality of Helen 
M. Littlefield, '72. They are looking forward 
to a day when they can visit this historic Cape 
Cod home and enjoy the privilege of meeting 
its esteemed hostess. 

And this welcomed word from far-away 
Margaret MacNaughton Dockstader, '35 : 

"I received your letter asking for information 
concerning my college career after leaving 
Lasell, so in answer I am writing to tell you 
a bit about my life in the tropics. 

"My husband is a graduate of Tufts and 
received his Master's degree in Mechanical 
Engineering at Tech last year. Since our mar- 
riage last June, we have been living in New 
Cristobal, Panama Canal Zone. 

"We enjoy the life here very much. Some 
times it grows extremely warm and I long for 
the good old New England States with their 
ever-changing climate. W T e take every oppor- 
tunity we have of visiting the interior and 
points of interest around the Canal. The native 
villages with their mud huts are very pictur- 
esque. Many times I wish I had a moving 
picture camera with a color lens, but we do 
the next best thing — take hundreds of snapshots. 

"I regret I cannot attend this year's Com- 
mencement activities and will think of you all 
many times. 

"We both wish Lasell and the Class of 1936 
a very successful future. 

M. M. D." 

Our congratulations to Priscilla Winslow, 
'35, who is now a senior at our president's 



Alma Mater, Tufts College. We are indebted 
to the Tufts College News for this item : "Miss 
Winslow is a popular member of the Class of 
1937. She has been active in campus affairs 
during the year, and has pledged herself to 
Alpha Omicron Pi, a national fraternity which 
has a chapter at Tufts." 

Martha- Jane Adams Hindman, '30, and her 
husband were also among our pre-Commence- 
ment guests. Martha- Jane did not forget her 
promise to write a line after her return home. 
Her much appreciated report follows : 

"We had such a lovely trip and of course 
revisiting Lasell was one of the high spots. 
My husband and I enjoyed looking into every 
nook and corner of my college home. I brought 
those Auburndale tulips all the way to Toledo. 

"Now regarding that chance Lasell reunion 
in New York — Jeanette Gessner Somers, '30, 
and I, visiting there with our husbands, were 
sightseeing and happened to meet two former 
Lasell classmates at a corner drug store near 
Radio City. These 'old girls' were Helen (Bob) 
Morgan Riederer, '30, and Jessie Taylor Kell- 
ner, '27-'29, of Buffalo. 'Bob' used to live in 
Detroit, but is now in Brooklyn. Jessie was 
her guest. 

"I was glad to see you looking so well. 
Hope it will not be too long before we revisit 
my Alma Mater. Please remember me to Dr. 
and Mrs. Winslow and others who may not 
have forgotten me. 

M. J. A. H." 

We are holding in tender remembrance at 
this time Susan Tiffany, '15, Mary Potter 
McConn, '05, and Julia Potter Schmidt, '06, 
who have recently been bereaved through the 
passing away of their beloved mothers. 

A day or two following Commencement our 
Ruth Schierenbeck's ('36) devoted aunt and 
guardian, Miss Jennie Powers, suddenly passed 

Helen McNab, '25, is mourning the loss of 
her devoted father, Mr. Allan McNab, whose 

death occurred shortly before Commencement, 
following a prolonged illness. 

Lasell's tenderest sympathy is extended to 
these Alumnae and their bereaved families. 

Lasell is especially happy to welcome her 
"old girls" home at Commencement time, but 
if not then, it is a joy to receive them when 
they can best come. Margaret Cameron, '17- 
'20, and her dear mother were among the ad- 
vance guard, reporting at Lasell on May 30th. 
This successful dietitian ("Thanks to my Lasell 
training," explained Margaret) is affiliated with 
the Y. M. C. A. of Ottawa. Last year at their 
summer camp, Golden Lake, Ontario, they 
served during August 18,000 meals. This 
mother and daughter had recently been the 
guests of Margaret's 96-year-old grandmother 
in Burlington, Vermont. They planned to re- 
turn to Canada via Burlington in the hope of 
catching a glimpse of our Sarah Crane, '22. 


Manchester-by-the-Sea, Mass. 

Does not this sound enticing? And if you 
could only see the attractive folder, you too 
would be moved at once to follow the sea-side 
trail straight to this "guest house of distinction," 
where our own Helen Roberts Holt, '30, is 
proprietress. Lasell girls of Helen's time and 
all times would do well to enjoy the hospitality 
of this "Old Corner Inn" during these vacation 

Louise Titus Calef, '24, is not forgetting us. 
She writes from Sanford, Florida, to the 
Personals Editor : "I often recall the friends at 
Lasell — especially at Commencement time. I 
am sorry I haven't a girl to send to college ; 
my children are two little boys. Meet Doris 
Woodruff Hill, '24, occasionally. She lives in 
Orlando, nearby. 

"We do not get north every summer, but 
hope to this year. If I do, will surely call at 
Lasell. I will never forget my two years at 
college and wish I could live them over again. 



Much love to you and 'hello' to all at Lasell 
who remember me." 

Dear Elsie Flight Wuestefeld, '18, and Octavia 

Hickcox Smith, '18: 

We missed your call, but thanks be, received 
your good-will note. It proved prophetic for 
we did enjoy a fine Commencement. Join us 
next year please and so make our Alumnae 
reunion a bit finer because of your presence. 

Ella Stedman Frank, '82, writes from her 
home in Trumansburg, New York: "I enjoyed 
a delightful winter spent in California," and 
adds this personal item : "My son attended a 
meeting of the National Educational Buyers 
Association at Cornell and there met an inter- 
esting gentleman from Auburndale, Mr. Ames- 
bury." We have not yet heard from our treas- 
urer his impression of this successful New York 
businessman, who, by the way, chances to be 
the son of the Personals Editor's former Lasell 

The high seas and Bermuda as her objective, 
we believe lured Mary Alice Timmins Moul- 
throp, '28, away from Lasell at Commencement 
time, but she has half promised to drive to 
New England in the fall. Her itinerary then 
will include her Alma Mater. 

From the Luce Press Clipping Bureau of 
New York we received this valuable clipping : 

"Miss Helen S. Gerrett (Lasell, '16), super- 
visor of home economics in the public schools 
for the past 13 years and head of the household 
arts department at the Pittsfield High School 
for the past five years, has tendered her resig- 
nation to the School Department. She is to 
become head of the "safe-deposit vault depart- 
ment in the First National Bank of Greenfield. 

"A graduate of Greenfield High School and 
Lasell Junior College, Auburndale, Miss Ger- 
rett started her teaching career in her home 
town, Greenfield. She was supervisor of home 
economics in the public schools of that town for 

seven years before resigning to take a similar 
position here in 1923. 

"In addition to her school work Miss Gerrett 
has found time to engage in several outside 
activities. She was business manager of the 
Players' Guild, president and vice-president of 
the Berkshire County Economics Association of 
which she was founder. She has been stage 
manager of several Pittsfield High School fac- 
ulty dramatic productions and has assisted the 
physical training department with its exhibi- 
tions and dances." 

It was a joy to the Personals Editor to note 
that this busy bank official took time to join us 
during the Commencement festivities. Lasell's 
hearty congratulations to our Helen Gerrett, '16. 

Through the courtesy of Mr. Harold Schwab, 
a member of our music faculty, we have re- 
ceived the following news item, the sender sign- 
ing herself as one of his former pupils. The 
five-year-old protege mentioned is but one of 
Ruth Winslow's ('31) seventy music students. 
"Lucille Racine started her music lessons within 
two months after she had reached her third 
birthday. Miss Winslow found it necessary 
to teach her the alphabet and also how to count. 
This little girl has the ability to tell any note 
or chord when heard on any musical instrument 
although she is not facing it. This ability is 
rare as only one in five thousand adult musicians 
has this talent." 

Our congratulations to Ruth Winslow and 
her part in the training of this talented little 

They could not quite make it by June eighth, 
but close following our Commencement Day 
came Aline Paull Ireland, '31, her husband, and 
Mr. Harold K. Dobra, husband of our Alma 
MacKinnon Dobra, '31. We only hope they 
were as glad to see us "as Lasell was to welcome 
them. Alma was detained in Boston on business 
for she is still a business woman, but most 
friendly greetings were sent from the Lasell 
staff to this absent member. Aline spoke in 



high praise of the Buffalo Club, and especially 
commended their social detour when husbands 
and sweethearts were the Club's guests of honor. 

The announcement has just come to us of 
the sudden death of Dr. William Gordon, 
honorary member of the Class of 1912. It 
occurred while he and Mrs. Gordon were on 
their way to their summer camp. Many Lasell 
students of past years will unite with us in 
extending sincere sympathy to our dear Mrs. 

Doris Bissett Bryant, '21, in her note, ac- 
companying her class report, to the Personals 
Editor writes : "It did seem so good to get 
back to Lasell for even a few hours to see 
Dr. and Mrs. Winslow, you, and others of the 
faculty, and to meet my classmates. The week- 
end following Commencement I had charge of 
a meeting of bank women from the New Eng- 
land and Atlantic states at Old Lyme, Conn. 
I intended writing to you just as soon as that 
meeting was over, but immediately following 
they paid the soldiers' bonus and it was impos- 
sible to give my time to outside matters." 

A satisfactory excuse, dear Doris. We are 
proud to learn that one of our Alumna was the 
presiding officer at such an important meeting. 

Barbara Jones Bates' (T4) letter of June 12 
to President Winslow is an added assurance 
that she is holding Lasell in remembrance. She 
opens with a word of praise for the recent issue 
of the Leaves, mentioning Dr. Winslow's op- 
timistic letter, and was especially interested in 
learning of the new courses introduced into our 
curriculum. Her son, Fred, has finished his 
first year in the high school and with com- 
mendable ambition is looking up college en- 
trance requirements, thinking of the future, of 
course. Barbara Junior has a decided taste for 
art and has been fortunate in having an ex- 
ceptionally fine teacher. To Barbara's great 
joy, her sister Nell Jones Yeomans, '05, and 
family were soon to be her guests. Barbara 

closes with best wishes for Lasell's success in 
the coming year. 

While still in service at the Newton Hospital, 
Evelyn Douglass Hooper, '28, and Lois An- 
drews, '34, occasionally take time off to visit 
their friends at Lasell. We greatly appreciate 
their neighborliness. 

This summer our faculty are certainly "scat- 
tered to the four winds" according to their 
vacation itineraries. Senora Orozco is again 
in her beloved Mexico, the guest of her sisters 
and daughter (Maria Orozco Cobb T7-T8), 
and the precious little grandsons. 

Constance E. Blackstock, '09, and her group 
of Lasell girls are on the high seas outbound 
for a fascinating summer's trip. This leader 
will stand by her party until the close of their 
land journey and then press on to India for 
her sabbatical year. Her sister, Anna, '06, 
headmistress of the Girls' School, Moradabad, 
India, will hand her duties over to Miss Con- 
stance and will spend a year's vacation in the 
United States. Lasell certainly hopes to catch 
a glimpse of this beloved Alumna during her 
sojourn in the Occident. 

Miss Lichliter and her parents, Dr. and Mrs. 
M. H. Lichliter, are booked for a long sea 
voyage which will take them to Scandinavia 
and on to Russia. The lure of the Gaspe, that 
paradise of artists, will again claim Kay Peter- 
son for a part of her vacation. Miss Perley 
is at present enjoying lovely Lake Minnewaska, 
N. Y., and Miss Beatley is summering, as usual, 
at her Boothbay Harbor, Maine, home. 

Miss W'right is bound for her summer camp 
in the highlands of New Hampshire. Quite 
properly Miss Irwin began and will doubtless 
end her vacation on Cape Cod, but our ambitious 
Registrar has also planned to take a summer 
course at the University of Minnesota. Mrs. 
Hooker, Helen Beede, '21, and Miss Grace 
Williams, to our surprise, are enroute to Ver- 

Mile. LeRoyer is enjoying the summer holi- 



days at South Hanson, Mass. We have visited 
this home and can well appreciate how she 
longed to get back to her "lovesome garden." 
This is as far as we now know concerning 
our faculty's summer outings. 

Among the names of this year's graduating 
class at Harvard we find Walter R. Amesbury, 
Jr., son of our Mr. and Mrs. Walter R. Ames- 
bury (Jane Ford, '01-'O3), and also Thomas 
Bittenbender, son of Mr. and Mrs. S. T. Bitten- 
bender (Elizabeth Peirce, 'O4-'06). Lasell's 
congratulations to these graduates and best 
wishes for their future success. 

Virginia Amesbury has just completed her 
course at the Newton High School, and Lasell 
hopes to welcome "Gigi" next fall to our stu- 
dent body. 

Donald Winslow has transferred from Rhode 
Island back to Massachusetts. We understand 
that he is to be one of the instructors at Boston 
University during the coming year. 

The name Ebersole stands high on the list of 
Lasell loyalists. During the years, eight mem- 
bers of this family have enrolled at our college. 
This latest direct word came to President Win- 
slow from Helen Ebersole Swartzel, '01-'02 : 

"Last year we had a leave of absence from 
college and spent it all in southern California. 
My parents and brothers are now permanently 
settled there. In March 1935 I saw a notice 
of the Pasadena Lasell Club's spring luncheon 
at the home of Mrs. Georgie Myers Church, 
'84-'85 (a stranger to me), but I attended the 
reunion and what a thrill it was. I enjoyed 
hearing your and Miss Potter's letters read 
and I met so many girls whom I had known in 
the dear old Lasell days — Kate Wheldon Plumb, 
'00-'02, Nell Chase Wood, '99-'02, Katherine 
Kendrick Cole, '02, and Anna Rouse Lewis, '02, 
were there. We had such a grand reunion. 

"We have decided to retire from college work 
and seek a permanent home in sunny Los 
Angeles or thereabouts. We now want to be 

where there is practically no winter — however, 
wish we might visit Lasell again. 

"Mary Helen's (Swartzel Danforth, '23-'24) 
little son was two years old March 6. She is 
still living in Swarthmore. Frances, in Cleve- 
land, has a two-year-old son and my son in 
New York has a month-old daughter. We are 
leaving in a few days to visit them, later attend 
my husband's reunion at Ohio State University, 
and then on to the Michigan woods until fall. 

"Kind remembrances to your family. 

H. E. S." 

Even during the dark days of depression there 
has come to us unfailingly announcements 
which must have brightened the homes and 
gladdened the hearts of the dear announcers. 
Who think you have helped most to lift the 
clouds ? None other than baby hands. The 
roll of these little rainbow promoters follows 

April 9 — A daughter, Augustine Condon, to 
Dr. and Mrs. George Dewey Dalton (Mary 
Granahan, '29-'31). 

April 16 — A son, Ralph Pennell, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Ralph S. Parks (Mildred Pennell, '27). 

May 1—A son, Bob White, to Mr. and Mrs. 
Herbert White (Madeleine Roth, '26). 

May 4— A son, Phillip D. 3d, to Mr. and 
Mrs. P. D. Cockrane, Jr. (Marion Lewis, '32). 

May 12 — A son, Albert Leland, Jr., to Mr. 
and Mrs. Albert Marshall (Dorothy Fuller, 

May 15 — A son, Hayden William Brown 2nd, 
to Mr. and Mrs. William W. Brown (Alice 
Pratt, '29). 

May 26— A daughter, Elise Ruth, to Mr. and 
Mrs. C. Edward Keeney (Maude Hayden, '16). 
A son, Luther Albert, to Mr. and Mrs. Albert 
H. Perry (Elizabeth Irish, '22-'25). 

June 2 — A daughter, Suzanne, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Charles F. Wahl (Dorothy Frazer, '28). 

June 8 — -A daughter, Judith Amelia, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Milton Schwartz (Marjorie Bloom, 



Any word from Mae Chisholm Brown, '03- 
'04, of Costa Mesa, California, is always wel- 
comed. We received new inspiration from her 
report of days well spent. In the midst of her 
message she exclaims, "My, I would love to slip 
into Lasell's chapel some morning !" When we 
read of her great Bible class of fifty or more 
members, we repeated her longing, "How we 
in turn would enjoy joining that elect group 
under the leadership of Lasell's dear little 
'singing' Deaconess." Mae, we are giving your 
greeting to Dr. and Mrs. Winslow and shall file 
your letter with other valued "heart-warmers." 

From Ruth Davis Giller, '14, Dr. Winslow 
received this appreciated message : "I am en- 
closing my contribution to the Endowment 
Fund. My youngest child is a girl and I do 
so want her to enroll some day at Lasell. As 
she just started school last year, it will be some 
time before she will be able to arrive. Many 
good wishes for you and Lasell. — R. D. G." 

Her twenty-seven years of uninterrupted ser- 
vice at Lasell were ended on May 20th when 
our faithful Mary Shea entered into a larger, 
endless service. We can think of no more 
fitting tribute to this, our friend of many years 
and a host of Lasell girls, than this her Master's 
summons: "Well done, thou good and faithful 
servant ; thou hast been faithful over a few 
things, I will make thee ruler over many things ; 
enter thou in the joy of thy Lord." 

Harriette Case Bidwell, '22 has repeatedly 
promised to bring her little daughter to Lasell. 
Commencement time she and sister Julia, '32, 
returned but, also, again we had to be satisfied 
with some charming pictures of Harriette's not 
one but two little daughters. In the group we 
saw also a cunning picture of Connie Colton 
Avery's ('23) little son. The very next time 
we hope these wee Connecticut delegates will 
appear in person. 

Lasell girls of 1926 will well remember their 
, gifted Glee Club leader, Rev. Earl E. Harper. 

After severing his connection with our local 
M. E. church, Mr. Harper served for several 
years as president of Evansville College, Evans- 
ville, Indiana, and has recently been elected 
president of Simpson College, Indianola, Iowa. 
Mr. William S. Wagner, so long associated with 
Lasell, has given a glowing account of Mr. 
Harper's inaugural at Simpson College. Bos- 
ton University has recently conferred the degree 
of Doctor of Divinity on Rev. Harper. Lasell's 
heartiest congratulations to President Earl 
Enyeart Harper and to Simpson College. 

We were grateful to have even a momentary 
glimpse at Elizabeth Beach Bierer, '15, of 
Binghamton, New York. Elizabeth, when you 
return (and may it be soon), please plan for 
a real "home-coming" visit at Lasell. We are 
never quite satisfied with anything less from 

Seldom have we received a message from an 
Alumna which has so filled us with satisfaction 
and pride as the following report from Ruth 
Buffington, '25. Ruth writes from her Califor- 
nia home at Carmel-by-the-Sea : 

"I have thought of you so many times and 
had hoped to be at Lasell for my 10th Reunion, 
but circumstances were so that I wasn't able 
to come East. I am always so interested in 
the Leaves as they come. People often remark 
that Lasell has the most attractive girls they 
have seen at any school. 

"A friend and I started a Metal Craft Studio 
in Carmel the first of last summer and business 
has been so rushing that we have had little time 
for anything but work. We specialize in etched 
pewter and copper plates, trays, boxes, bowl 
and desk sets, doing all the work by hand. 
We had intended doing retail business but so 
many buyers and shop owners want to put our 
things in their shops that we have developed 
into a wholesale business entirely. We have 
our wares in shops in Houston, Santa Fe, and 
in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Fresno, Ojai 
and several other California cities. 

"My family have bought a home in Los 



Angeles and are in California to stay. We are 
just four miles from Monterey, the first capital 
of California, and this part of the country is 
filled with historic spots, and beautiful stretches 
of coast line. 

"Carmel is about one hundred miles south of 
San Francisco so I have seen Jerry Wilder 
Bogart, '24, occasionally and last summer had 
a pleasant two days with Jerry, her husband and 
darling little son 'Skippy.' 

"I hope you are well, and please give my 
kindest regards to Dr. and Mrs. Winslow and 
other friends at the school. 

One of your 'Little White Doves,' 

R. A. B., '25." 

Because of an attractive business call ac- 
cepted by Mr. Fred Watson, we are to lose 
Mrs. Watson, a talented member of our Art 
Department. They are to make their new 
home in Wilmington, Delaware. Our best 
wishes go with Mr. and Mrs. Watson. 

We turn from speeding these departing 
guests to extend a hearty welcome to Natalie 
Park, '32, who will next fall be in charge of 
our Arts and Crafts Department. Since grad- 
uating from Lasell, Miss Park has taken a 
four-year course at the Child Walker School 
of Design in Boston, and is an active member of 
the Boston Arts and Crafts Club. 

We are also happy to announce that Helen 
Allen, '34, next year will be added to our 
faculty members in the department of Home 
Economics. Miss Allen has received her B.A. 
degree from Boston University and is well fitted 
for her new position. 

Elinor W. Packard, '29-'30, is returning to 
Lasell the coming fall as instructor in our 
Medical Secretarial Department. Since leaving 
Lasell Elinor has been graduated from Smith 
College, has served as laboratory technician in 
the Brockton Hospital and has done X-ray and 
secretarial work in both the Pawtucket and 
Brockton Hospitals. Lasell will be pleased to 
welcome to our faculty this former student. 

We shall miss Madam Yvonne Birks (Lasell, 
, 27-'36) from our teaching staff. She has de- 
cided to give her entire time to the Walnut Hill 
School, where she has been supplying for the 
past few years. Our hearty congratulations to 
the Walnut Hill School, and Godspeed to our 
esteemed instructor. 

A call from Mrs. Florence Jepperson Madsen 
and her husband was, for us, one of the pleasant 
aftermaths of Commencement. Guests Lasell 
Night at Pops Concert, Symphony Hall, Boston, 
will recall the beautiful "Indian Love Lament" 
composed by Mrs. Madsen (Lasell's Faculty, 
1912-20). We also noted with pride that the 
orchestrations of this group of songs was by 
George Sawyer Dunham, Lasell's director of 

June 20th was "Schumaker" Day at the 
college when we had a visit with Gertrude 
Schumaker Smith, '22, Doris Schumaker 
Walthers, '26, and Gertrude's youngest sister, 
recently graduated from one of Charleston's 
(S. C.) secretarial schools and is now private 
secretary to two Asheville (N. C.) lawyers. 
In that quiet hour we had opportunity to affec- 
tionately talk over old Lasell days and friends, 
but a note of sadness was introduced when 
Gertrude told us of the very recent passing 
away of her father, one of Lasell's esteemed 
patrons. Photographs of Gertrude's six-year- 
old son and Doris's two dear children, a little 
daughter and baby boy, were shown. One 
glance at the lovely children explained the 
multi-millionaire look on the faces of these 
young mothers. 

A recent message from Mr. F. L. Starrett 
of Los Angeles, Calif., announces the death, 
June 4, of his beloved wife, Mary Noyes Star- 
rett of the Class of 1887. At the time of her 
passing, her five children and devoted husband 
were with her. She was laid to rest at Sunny- 
side Mausoleum, Long Beach, Calif. Lasell's 
sincerest sympathy is extended to Mr. Starrett, 



his bereaved family and to the members of the 
Class of 1887. 

Helen Hall, '34, has been twice graduated. 
Her second commencement occurred this June 
when she completed the art course at Miss Amy 
M. Sacker's School in Boston. Lasell's con- 
gratulations to Helen, whose unwavering ambi- 
tion always keeps her on the "forward move." 

To Mrs. Florence H. Fitch, mother of our 
Florence Fitch Osborne, '29, we are indebted 
for this outline of her daughter's busy literary 
program : 

"Florence is writing a daily column on Bridge 
for one of the New York papers. She is on 
the radio every Friday night and writes the 
skit for the program, and has just signed a 
contract with Universal Service for a series of 
stories, which will appear in many newspapers 
and magazines starting June twentieth. 

"My daughter feels that Miss Blackstock 
and Mile. LeRoyer, members of Lasell's faculty, 
are directly responsible for her success, as a 
result of their splendid training and help. I 
personally wish to thank you, Dr. Winslow, 
for your interest in Florence, and the excellent 
educational training she received at Lasell." 

Lasell wishes this successful Alumna con- 
tinued success. 

'99, Myrtle Hewson Parker, '97-99, Nettie 
Roustone Barnhart, T0-T1, Katherine Ken- 
drick Cole, '02, Florence Wilber Heckler, '98- 
'00, Winifred Whittlesey Barberey, '12, and 
Elizabeth Ewing, '93. After a delicious lunch- 
eon, we enjoyed a real visit and chat, calling to 
memory many pleasant events at Lasell in the 
days gone by. 

The nominating committee brought in the 
following names as officers for the ensuing 
year : President, Florence Wilber Heckler ; 
Vice-President, Elsie Crowell Bennett, T9-'20; 
Secretary, Lela Goodall Thornburg ; and Treas- 
urer, Ellen Chase Wood. 

A vote was taken and the last Tuesday in 
February was the date chosen for our next 

Last July Mary Hubbard Wood, '20. opened 
her Santa Monica home to the club for a beach 
picnic. Such an enjoyable time was had by 
those present that this year Winifred Whittlesey 
Barberey has asked us to an outing at her 
Pacific Palisades home July 15th. 

Should any member of the Faculty or Lasell 
girl be visiting California, remember the date 
of our reunion — the last Tuesday in February. 
Get in touch with some member of the club and 
we assure you a cordial welcome will be await- 
ing you. 


Elizabeth Ewing 


To the Editor of the Lasell Leaves : 

The Southern California Lasell Club held its 
annual reunion and luncheon April 14 in the 
midst of a lovely orange grove — the delightful 
Covina home of Lilian Douglass, '07. 

Owing to the fact that Easter came so late 
this year, many of our members were away 
over the vacation and our attendance was small. 
Those present were : Lilian Douglass, '07, 
Cleora Brooks Clokey, '01, Lela Goodall Thorn- 
burg, '08, Ellen Chase Wood, '02, Mary Wads- 
worth. '07-'08, Helen Campbell Rousseau, '98- 


June 6, 1936 

The Annual Meeting of the Lasell Alumnae, 
Inc., was held in the library of the college on 
June 6, 1936. The meeting was called to order 
by President Priscilla Alden Wolfe, '19, at 
three-forty. A piano selection was beautifully 
played by Doris Jones, '35. Maude Simes 
Harding, '06, conducted the roll call. The 
Class of 1935 had 58 of their 86 members 
present. 1931 had 24 present and they enter- 
tained us with a song. 1926 had not returned 



from their reunion luncheon at the time of the 
meeting. 1921 had 15 present and they pre- 
sented $20 to the Building Fund. 1916 was 
represented by 15 members; 1911 by 1. 1906 
had 16 present and they entertained us with a 
style show which was both entertaining and 
enlightening. They made a gift of $218 to the 
Endowment Fund. 1896 was represented by 
two members who gave an amusing dialogue. 
1880 was represented by Mrs. Silas Peirce and 
Miss Potter. The present graduating class was 
welcomed into the fold by Mrs. Wolfe. 

The secretary's report was read, accepted and 
placed on file. 

The treasurer's was read, accepted and re- 
ferred to the auditor. 

The auditor's report was read by the secre- 
tary, and it was voted to accept this report and 
to place it on file. 

The report of the corresponding secretary 
was read and accepted. 

The resignations of Lillian Grant, '20, Mar- 
garet Rix Cole, '26 and Mildred Strain Nutter, 
'17 from the Lasell Corporation were accepted 
and it was voted to renominate them. 

Dr. Winslow was called upon to greet the 
Alumnae. He prophesied that the meeting in 
1937 would have to be held in the chapel if the 
number of girls returning for Alumnae meeting 
continues to grow at its present rate. He said 
the college is still in good condition financially 
in spite of hard times, and that about 44 more 
girls have enrolled for next year than at the 
same time last year. He also said that Lasell 
was just as much a junior college in 1851 as it 
was in 1932, when it merely changed its name 
and not its courses. He showed us a graph of 
the income of the college over a period of years 
and it showed that in spite of the steep down- 
ward curve, the curve has been going up for 
the last three years. Dr. Winslow invited all 
those present to dinner and expressed his 
pleasure at having so many present. 

Mrs. Winslow gave the following report of 
the Scholarship Committee and said that she 
wished we could read between the lines and 

see how much good has been done with the 

Three gifts of $25.00 and three loans of $100 
to girls of '36. Instead of adding anything 
more she said that she had decided to let her 
husband do the talking this time. 

Mary Packard Cass '89, as member of the 
Memorial Committee, read the names of former 
Lasell students who had passed on during the 
year, and a moment of silent prayer was held 
for them. The Honor Roll included : Alice 
Dunsmore Van Harlingen '78, Ruth Griffin Mc- 
Donald '16, Jessie Hayden '82-'85, Alice 
Goodell '89-'92, Josephine Tichenor Westgate 
'86-90, Elizabeth Stephenson Morgan '95, Mary 
O'Hare Currier '24, Frances Hartman New- 
field '05-'06, Katherine Alexander '23-'24, 
Helene Swick Brady '29, Grace DeOrsay Nel- 
son '27, lone Tucker Knight '96-98 and Edith 
Partridge Thomas '92-93. 

Miss Potter spoke of her long years at La- 
sell and said that we are still her little white 
doves — "although, of course, of varying hues." 

Miss Blackstock reported that the May Fete 
had been combined with the exhibitions this year 
and that they had cleared $144.54 for the En- 
dowment Fund. 

Lillian Grant '20 brought greetings from the 
Connecticut Valley Lasell Club and announced 
that they had appointed a publicity chairman 
this year, and have also given a scholarship of 
$25 for a Connecticut Valley girl at Lasell. 

It was unanimously voted to send a telegram 
of greeting to Mrs. Ella Richardson Cushing 
'72 from the Lasell Alumnae. 

The Nominating Committee presented the 
following report and the secretary was instruct- 
ed to cast one ballot for the following officers 
who were duly elected. 

President, Phyllis Rafferty Shoemaker '22 

Vice-President, Helen B. Perry '24 

Recording Secretary, Hester M. Shaw, '28 

Corresponding Secretary, 

Lillian G. Bethel '28 

Treasurer, Marion Ordway Corley '11 

Assistant Treasurer, Evelina E. Perkins '15 



Auditor, Walter R. Amesbury 
Directors, Priscilla Alden Wolfe '19 
Lillie R. Potter '80 
Edna Cook Tarlton '97-98 
Nominating Committee, 

Madeline F. Farmer '14-' 15, Chairman 
Dorothy Burnham Eaton '20 
Marjorie Winslow MacCuspie '28 

Mrs. Wolfe turned the Gavel over to Mrs. 
Shoemaker who said a few words of apprecia- 
tion of the fine work Mrs. Wolfe has done for 
the Alumnae, and the many years she has been 
associated with the group. Miss Blackstock 
asked for a rising vote of thanks for Mrs. Wolfe 
and presented her with a corsage of gardenias. 

Mrs. Shoemaker then named her commit- 
tees for the coming year. 

Scholarship Miss Nellie Wright, Chairman 
Mrs. Statira McDonald 
Josephine Woodward Rand '10 

Membership Evelina Perkins '15 

Secretary, Assistant Treasurer 
or Corresponding Secretary 

Memorial Myra L. Davis '95-97 

June Marietta Chase Stedfast '24 

Natalie Park '32 
Ruth Coulter Bierer '12 

Loving tribute was paid by various members 
to Miss Potter who has been our Dean for so 
many years and has now become our Dean 

The meeting was adjourned at five-five. 
Respectfully submitted, 

Recording Secretary 

The Lasell Alumnae, Inc., is very happy to 
welcome the following Lasell girls as recent 
'Life Members" of the association : 

Florence E. Tower 74-77 
Mabel T. Eager '80-'87 
Mabel Shields Woods '00-'02 
Ruth Rawlings Mott '21 

The Building Fund has grown steadily dur- 

ing the past year and is indebted to these latest 
contributors for their generous donations : 
Lillie R. Potter '80 
Sarah Buck Proctor '82-'83 
Marion T. Weidman T9-'20 
Contributions from reunioning classes : 
Class of 1906 - - $218.00 
Class of 1916 - - 37.00 
Class of 1921 - - 20.00 
Class of 1926 - - 10.00 


1906 "came home" fifteen strong, a good re- 
sponse from our twenty-nine living members. 
In order of their arrival at Woodland Park 
there were Mildred Peirce Fuller, Meta 
Buehner Noble, and Maude Simes Harding, 
who came together ; Lucy Wilson Errett, who 
had been with her sister a week in Newton 5 
Centre ; Edith Anthony Carlow ; Irene Sauter 
Sanford ; Julia Potter Schmidt ; Corinne Krag 
Klages ; Ruth Marston Arey ; Helen Carter 
Marcy ; Ina Harber, all the way from Chicago 
by bus ; Elsie Young Hayden ; Margaret Fuller 
Manchester ; Fan Thatcher Sibley ; and Doro- 
thea Turner Moulton. 

Kathie Washburn Peyser almost arrived, 
but compelling family plans prevented. Kath- 
ryne McClananhan Henske was as near as 
Washington, D. C, where her daughter Betty 
(Lasell '32-'33) was being graduated from 
Chevy Chase. Belle Johnson Beam kept us 
looking for her and her husband, Judge Beam, 
but something unforeseen must have happened. 
Perhaps the idea of a whole corridor turned 
over to women who called themselves girls 
frightened him away. 

The corridor idea was a magical way to oblit- 
erate the last thirty years, and we thought it 
would be fun to glance back at them in five 
year leaps, dressing according to the styles prev- 
alent at those other reunions. We shared the 
costumes with those present at the Alumnae 
Meeting, and they were most appreciative, 
laughing at all the right places. 

Marie Andrews Hiteshew could not leave her 
eight and six-year-old children ; Fanny Dealey 




Left to Right: Lucy Wilson Errett '06, Mildred 

Peirce Fuller '06, Elizabeth Peirce 

Bittenbender '04-'06 

Decherd's Ben was receiving his degree, Phi 
Beta Kappa, from Texas University ; Annie 
Dealey Jackson has four fine sons ; Marie Cogs- 
well Gelinsky wrote that she met Ella Patterson 
Rodgers '05 recently and learned that Miss 
Witherbee had been in Portland all winter ; 
Mildred Johnston Parker's fourteen-year old 
Patsy is giving very successful public piano 
recitals, playing many of her own composi- 
tions. As soon as Gertrude Graham Etchen's 
son begins his college vacation, they are going 
to Hawaii. Anna Blackstock's leave of absence 
comes in the fall, and we are looking forward 
to seeing her then. May Florine Thielens 
Peeples '04-'05 wrote greetings to everyone 
who inquired for her, and told of her five 
active children, two on radio programs, and 
one an officer in the "Pershing Rifles". 

We read all the letters in a heavenly spot near 
the Weston reservoir where we had a picnic 
lunch Saturday noon, and we all felt very close 
together in spite of time and distances. Edna 
Thurston Follett '03-'07, Beth Peirce Bitten- 

Left to Right: Edna Thurston Follett '03-'07, Edith 

Anthony Carlow '06, Helen Carter Marcy 

'06, Meta Buehner Noble '06 

bender '04- '06 and Lucy's sister added to our 
pleasure and to our number. 

The cordial welcome from Dr. and Mrs. 
Winslow and Dean Potter is worth traveling 
many miles to receive, and the gracious thought- 
fulness of our class flower on the hospitable 
table Saturday night is only one incident of the 
happy details that are never forgotten. Mrs. 
Hooker stood by, as always, with suggestions 
for good times, and Mrs. McDonald with her 
splendid staff at Woodland Park made our 
reunion quarters delightfully comfortable. 

As a souvenir of our thirtieth home-com- 
ing and a pledge of continued loyalty, we add- 
ed $218 to the 1906 share in the Endowment 
Fund, bringing it to a total of $425. 

We'll be back in 1941 ! 

M. S. H. 

Mabel Straker Kimball, newly elected Life 
Secretary of 1916, sends this report : 

"Needless to say our class had a grand reun- 
ion and I'm sure every member of 1916 who 



reported this time will surely plan to return 
in 1941. We had sixteen members present dur- 
ing the Commencement time : Charlotte Whit- 
ing Clark, Eleanor McCarthy Williams, Marion 
Beach Barlow, Dorothy Crane Crowe, Marion 
Griffin Wolcott, Laura Hale Gorton, Alma 
Sweet, Ruth Winslow Payne, Pauline Ray 
Hamilton, Vera Willis Warfield, Helen Ger- 
rett, Dale Whipple Turnbull, Mildred Ordway 
Brahana, Mildred Cloake Norbury, Sarah Ham- 
mond and myself. Adolphia Garnsey Ettinger 
suggested I be made Class Secretary in her 
place as she is so far away it is difficult to keep 
in close touch with Lasell. 

"We added to the Alumnae Building Fund 
the sum of $37.00. 

"Our class letter is still on the way and has 
been going steadily for the past twenty years 
with a few too long delays. 

"We did not report at Lasell in time to be 
organized before the Alumnae Meeting so we 
were not prepared with a song or any report 
but we intend to see that these omissions will 
be remedied at our next reunion. However, we 
did manage to have distinguishing hats so 
that 1916 could be easily recognized. 

"Maude Hayden Keeney was at home caring 
for a new little daughter, born a few days be- 
fore our reunion. The class baby (my daugh- 
ter Florence) has completed her first year at 
Mt. Holyoke College. 

"In May we lost our first member — Ruth 
Griffin McDonald. We certainly missed her. 
She was always with us for reunions. 

"Probably there are other bits of class news 
which I will recall later, but in the confusion of 
closing the home for the summer I cannot 
quite collect myself or the items. 

Very sincerely, 

M. S. K." 

Mabel, we are grateful for the personal touch 
to your report and appreciate the fine persis- 
tent effort you made before Commencement 
to rally your classmates. 


Saturday noon, June 6, fourteen of the fifty- 
six members of the Class of 1921, met for 
luncheon at Seder's "1812 House," Framing- 
ham, Mass. It was a gala day for all of us. 
The calendar turned back fifteen years and it 
was as refreshing as any spring tonic to be re- 
membered and to hear such encouraging words 
as "Why, you haven't changed a bit!" 

We stayed and chatted together as long as 
possible, and suddenly realized we would have 
to leave at once if we were to get back to 
Bragdon in time for the Alumnae meeting. 

Immediately following the meeting, we re- 
hearsed our Cap and Gown Song and had a 
roll call of the class members. In this way, we 
heard the latest reports of our classmates, al- 
though there were several about whom no one 
present seemed to know. 

It was fun to trip down the stairs again, find 
our table and to have dinner together at Lasell. 
If our singing during dinner sounded rather 
faint, it was not due to old age but because we 
were so few in number. 

The girls attending the luncheon and dinner 
were : Helen L. Beede, Doris Bissett Bryant, 
Helen Butler Poore, Leonora Conklin Babcock, 
Dorothy Ely Bigham, Helen Johnson Olow, 
Mary King Sargent, Helen Linnehan Loud, 
Margaret Loomis Collingwood, Ruth Rawlings 
Mott, Ruth Smith Coates, Marion Stevens 
White, Esther Story, and Nell West Haigh. 
Telegrams and letters were also received from 
Doris Brown Ranlett, Jeannette Geist Stanley, 
Mildred Knight Norwood, and Marian Bliven 

Those attending the fifteenth reunion of the 
Class of '21 had only two regrets — that they 
were unable to give more to the Endowment 
Fund and that every member was not able to 
be back for Commencement. 


Life Secretary 


Twenty-six members of the Class of '26 met 
again on the Lasell campus for our Tenth Re- 



union. Our festive mood made the last ten 
years seem as naught. 

We lunched at Filene's where the tables were 
"brightened by our class flowers and by a favor 
for each member present, a miniature Minnie 
Mouse standing amid yellow cellophane and 
protected by a purple parasol. A very much 
delayed luncheon prevented our being present 
at the Alumni meeting. This we shall correct 
at our next reunion. 

At Class Night dinner we proudly exhibited 
our class baby, Nancy Rix Cole, to the assem- 
bled Alumnae. Then, at intervals, our voices 
poured forth the old class songs which still 
seemed to be fresh in our memories. Added 
to our repertoire was a brand-new song to the 
tune of "Long, Long Ago," the words having 
been written by our clever song leader, Dot 
Denney Edge. 

Our class members were easily recognizable 
by the gold and purple corsages which we 
proudly pinned on our shoulders as soon as 
we reached Lasell. 'Twas a joyous time and 
the memory of it makes us look ahead eagerly 
to a larger 15th reunion. 

Those present at the luncheon were : Vir- 
ginia Amos Farrington, Margaret Anderson 
Gage, Louise Deane White '24-'25, Dorothy 
Denney Edge, Dorothy Hale, Frances Hall An- 
derson, Mildred Hamlin, Millicent Horton 
Hughes, Mariesta Howland, Madeleine Howard 
Fish '23-'26, Edith Jensen White, Elizabeth 
Kimball, Grace Lawrence Groves, Gertrude 
Moeller, Elizabeth Oppel Morris, Frances Pot- 
ter Morse, Sarah Renstrom, Ruby Rice Troup, 
Margaret Rix Cole, Doris Schumaker Wal- 
thers, Dorothy Schumaker, Churilla Silliman, 
Gladys Slocum Hunt, Eloise Smith Riley, Eliz- 
abeth Van Cleve Giersch, Molly Witschief 

Dorothy Aseltine Wadsworth and Phyllis 
Bridger Leathers joined us at dinner. 

Sunday afternoon, Margaret Rix Cole served 
tea in her garden in Newton Centre for the 
Class of 1926. We spent several hours gos- 
siping and taking pictures. And, incidentally, 
Dorothy Denney Edge (63 Clinton Road, Glen 

Ridge, N. J.) has fifteen snapshots at either 
three or six cents apiece, depending on size. 
Those who care for them, write to Dorothy and 
she will gladly have them printed and mailed 
to you. 




{With apologies to Rudyard Kipling) 

Most affectionately dedicated to M. D. H. 
If you can feel when autumn days are showering 
Bright golden leaves so gently on your head, 
And all your pals go tearing off for Crew days 
By some young gallant captain led, 
If you can hear at twilight songs familiar, 
Of serenades, and Alma Maters dear, 
And find it never hard to sing them loudly 
With youthful voices, ever bright and clear. 
If you can stand amidst the chums you all 
Knew, now robed in gowns you loved so well, 
Singing their song of cap and gown so loyal, 
And honored homage pay they to Lasell, 
If you can dream back days of campus glories, 
When you had scored and raised your class to fame, 
Go see new seniors take away your laurels, 
And play the game to win it for their name. 
If you can bring back frequent talks in chapel, 
Of dear Miss Potter's ever tireless hands, 
Without a pang to tear back to her guiding, 
Alas those days are gone, just footprints in the sands. 
If you recall the spring and then dear June 
Time, Commencement days and sad, but true good-byes, 
And not be crushed in heart, in soul by 
Memories, dear Alumnae, you're a better man than I. 

by Virginia Amos Farrington 


With the arrival of "Gin" Hinshaw Wilks, 
looking particularly charming and exuberant, 
from Sedalia, Missouri, the reunion of the 
Class of 1931 was officially opened. Gin left 
what she terms a "very special husband" in 
Sedalia to drive East with her sister, Dorothy, 
for Lasell's Commencement and 31's Reunion. 
Such loyalty as that certainly deserves 

Shortly after Gin's arrival came Ruthie Rohe, 
alias Mrs. John A. Smith, in time to help us 


dress the May Queen and her attendants. How beautiful sparkling diamond solitaire ; Louise 
perfectly natural it seemed to see Ruthie in Houlihan is busy and happy in her work in Ber- 
that setting, and can we ever forget her when lin, N. H. ; Mary Hunter Holland brought pic- 
she was Lasell's Queen of the May five years tures of her beautiful son — now almost two 
ago ? She is the same fair Ruth, who since years old ; Dotha Warner Jope is finding it quite 
graduating with us attended the New England exciting settling her new apartment ; Mim Abbe 
Conservatory of Music for a year, then trained is assisting her father as dental hygienist ; Alma 
and was graduated from the Peter Bent Brig- McKinnon Dobra is successfully combining 
ham Hospital and on February 20 of this year business and housekeeping ; Ruth Tilley, as 
became the bride of Mr. John A. Smith. sweet and natural as ever, is busy in Holyoke ; 

Until Kay Van Valen, still as full of enthu- Dottie Wickham and her family made a special 

siasm, fun, and personality as ever, and our trip to be with us for just the day ; Fran Wheeler 

loyal Helen Gorham arrived on second floor is enjoying her music teaching in Antrim, N. H. 

Bragdon, your correspondent was lost sadly Before the group proceeded to the Alumnae 

in a conversation dealing with husbands, bud- meeting, words of loving greeting and regrets 

gets, and recipes ; however, with the arrival of were read from Dorothy Brown Wilson, whose 

the above "doves" general reminiscing of work as probation officer in Westchester (N. 

Lasell was in order. Y. ) County was too confining for her to leave 

This reminiscing reached its climax when on at this time ; Ruth Gerry Means, a recent bride, 
Saturday at one o'clock twenty-two of the now living in Bayside, L. I. wrote, "We're hav- 
Class of '31 assembled amid joyous clatter ing the time of our lives fixing up our sweet 
at the Wellesley Inn for a private luncheon, apartment" ; Gin Whitman Cheney is happily 
Seated at the table with "Miss Mac", as our married and is living in Manchester, N. H. ; 
guest of honor and still our honorary class ad- "Snooks" Cole Lewis sent regrets from Pitts- 
visor, were Agatha Canfield, Constance Wit- burgh ; Mary Morgan Yarnell from San Ga- 
ham, Dot Curtis, Ruth Rohe Smith, Virginia briel, California, and in her most interesting 
Hinshaw Wilks, Lenna Lyon Hill, Helen Sears, letter gave a vivid description of the new home 
Virginia Riley Richardson, Clara Giarla, Betty they have recently built — "a veritable doll 
Daun, Louise Houlihan, Mary Hunter Holland, house", Mary says. Dottie Peabody is busy 
Helen Gorham, Kay Van Valen, Dotha Warner studying music, teaching and filling dancing 
Jope, Mim Abbe, Alma MacKinnon Dobra, engagements ; Betty Condit Kessel sent a Spe- 
Ruth Tilley, Dottie Wickham, Fran Wheeler, cial Delivery Air Mail, sending love and news 
and Karin Eliasson. of the delightful time she is having managing 

There seemed scarcely time enough to eat her new home and learning to speak German. 
for we had to learn that Connie Witham is Alice Penny and Fran Wynkoop Benjamin 
teaching music in Guilford, Maine, and likes both wanted to be with us, and Frannie Long 
it tremendously ; that Agatha is wearing a very and Mary Hacker were prevented by business 
exciting fraternity pin — the giver a successful from joining us. Dottie Hall invited her class- 
doctor now studying in Ireland ; Dot Curtis is mates to attend her wedding, that afternoon of 
enjoying her work in Franklin, N. H. ; Lenna June 6, to Mr. Malcolm Edwin Bottomley in 
Lyon Hill has a very handsome "Dick" — which Lawrence, Mass. 

she proved by thoughtfully bringing the loveli- Our group was further increased when upon 

est wedding pictures ; Gin Riley Richardson re- returning to Bragdon for Alumna? meeting we 

luctantly left her one-year-old Peter just to be found waiting for us Libby Leach, Helen 

with the Class of '31 ; Clara Giarla is ably as- Schaack, Ruth Cruickshank, Doris Baldwin,, 

sisting her father in his business in Boston; Ruth Winslow, and Marjorie Magune Curtis 

Betty Daun the night previous had received a with her adorable son. 



Alumnae Meeting was followed by dinner 
after which we enjoyed Class Night exercises 
in the "new tent." 

Eleven o'clock found us tired but so happy 
in one of the smallest yet cozy rooms on Brag- 
don's second floor. Suddenly the phone rang — 
long distance — our own sweet and loyal Raine 
Lombard from Old Orchard, Maine, having 
just completed her duty as director of a Glee 
Club performance in Westbrook, reported, 
"I'm on my way for '31's fifth reunion. Will 
you wait up?" 

Of course, we would wait up to honor such 
fidelity and as the great clock of the Village 
Church struck three bells, Lasell's '31 pledged 
again its loyalty, friendliness, and appreciation 
of all for which Lasell so nobly represents. 



How perfectly wonderful it seemed to be 
back at Lasell with all of our old friends again, 
especially having so many of the girls of 1935 
present. It certainly was a most successful 
first reunion. We are very proud to announce 
that fifty-seven of our class returned (I rather 
imagine, this gives 1935 the honor of being one 
of the largest groups ever to celebrate a first 
reunion), and how grand it is to realize that 
'35 is still carrying on that class spirit that 
each and everyone had during those two years 
we spent together at Lasell. 

Saturday noon, we had our luncheon at Brae 
Burn Country Club where once again we all 
gossiped and laughed as one big happy family. 
A few engagements were announced, along 
with our Thelma's marriage. Then each girl 
told what she had been doing since graduation. 
Our class, as a whole, seems to have been very 
fortunate in securing work this past year and 
those who went on to other schools have en- 
joyed it even though their thoughts frequently 
turn back to Lasell days. At the luncheon we 
passed around our "Reunion" Book, obtaining 
the addresses, engagements, positions, etc., of 
each girl present. The plan is to do this at 

every future reunion so, Miss Potter, we will 
always have a written record of the doings 
of your '35 Doves. We also agreed to start 
a Round Robin letter immediately. 

Class Night we all sat together and many 
fond memories were brought back of one year 
ago, especially when we heard our recessional 
tune once again. We understand that this re- 
cessional is to be used at all future Class Night 

It was impossible, of course, for all of the 
girls to get back this year, but they sent short 
messages : 

Pete Swift, preparing for her sister Betsey's 
('33) wedding, sent "greetings to all of the 

Betty Allenbaugh just couldn't leave her new- 
ly acquired position as a model to make such 
a long trip East. 

Hank Colwell and Fran Findlay were both 
busy with wedding plans and sent "love and best 
wishes to the rest of '35." 

Harriet Petz was 'way out at Northwestern 
busy with exams, and hoped we would all have 
a grand reunion. 

Caroline Smith, who plans to be in California 
for the summer, and Janice Piper both sent 
regrets and wrote : "Hope you all have a grand 
First Reunion and only wish we could be there". 

Marjorie Bouvier Reed and Bette Clark sent 
best wishes to all those fortunate enough to 
be in Auburndale on June 6. 

Charlotte Barnes, Ginnie White and Char- 
lotte Anderson were also disappointed at not 
being able to join '35 for this reunion. 

And so, Sunday came altogether too fast, 
bringing to a close the week-end we had all 
looked forward to ever since last June. Now 
all are anticipating another such gala week-end 
in June 1937. 

I wanted to tell each girl personally how 
grand it was to see her again, but found it 
quite impossible and so "Ever Upward and 
Onward" is my closing wish to each and every 

girl of '35. 

Class Secretary 



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You go to college to acquire the knowledge 
that will fit you for a lifework, to gain ground 
in the slightly vague realms of culture, and to 
establish valuable social contacts. But all these 
reasons are subsidiary to the main theme, — 
namely, getting acquainted with the real you, 
because they form, as it were, the accompani- 

In college, the average boy or girl is on his 
own for the first time. He has to plan his 
hours for work and play, dispose of his spare 
time, decide his courses, make a thousand triv- 
ial decisions and a few important ones such as 
choosing friends, working out the codes for 
his present life, and most important of all, 
discovering a philosophy of life. 

College opens the gate to all these heretofore 
dimly known choices in life. The freedom 
from a rigid prep-school curriculum, and from 
home discipline gives the first opportunity for 
trying his wings. 

Countessa ]] /T ood 


If some one stepped up to you today and 
asked, "Freshman, why are you in college?" 
your reason would probably differ from other 

A languid blonde might drawl that after 
all, everybody went. That ascetic-looking 
dreamer might say that he was possessed by a 
burning desire to make the study of ancient 
Greece his life work, that all mankind might 
glory in the knowledge of that perfect republic. 
And you, an attractive person of average intelli- 
gence, might say that you were in college to 
learn how to be a success and how to surmount 
the obstacles of life. 

If, however, we should ask that that eminent 
psychologist, Alfred Adler, why we fight to at- 
tain a college education, he would probably 
give one basic reason. In his quaint broken 
English he would say gently, "My dears, you 
all have inferiority complexes. You feel that the 
distinction of a degree will give you an advan- 
tage over those less fortunate than you are." 

I can hear your snorts of "Absurd" and 
"Ridiculous." Consider for just a moment, 
please. Don't you feel just a bit superior when 
you casually mention that you're terribly rushed 
because school is opening soon? Of course you 
do, and you also have an unconscious wave of 
pity for those who are not "in a terrible rush." 
And who, if she would only admit it, does not 
enjoy feeling sorry for another? 

Do not even your ulterior motives illustrate 
Dr. Adler's theory ? The blonde goes to college 
because "Everyone does." If one didn't go, in 
other words, one would not belong in that 
exclusive "everybody" category. The spokes- 
man for the Golden Age of Pericles goes to 
college in order to tell the world that they are 
inferior not to have known of this glory be- 
fore, and that you are a rare fellow to have 
been able to recognize its glory. 

So it goes. The brisk young business woman 
aims to be the head of some firm, — to uncon- 
sciously assert that she is inferior to no one. 
And you, young and intelligent person, even 
you want to prove that you belong to the aristo- 
cracy of the mind. 

Barbara Fowler 


What does college mean to you, you, and 
you? There could not possibly be the same 
answer from everyone, because each person 
values college for different reasons. Mrs. Van 
der Snyder's son is attending college to become 


a football star at Princeton. Of course he can- 
not take many subjects because they might in- 
terfere with his stardom. His course really 
doesn't make much difference to him anyway, 
because there will be a place for him in his 
father's office when he finishes. 

Then there is the Jones boy who works most 
of his way through college. He is training to be 
a lawyer. He sincerely believes in justice for 
the people, and aims to serve his community. 
Many students whom I know are struggling in 
vain for a future on which they are undecided. 
Others are sitting back waiting to be handed 
a position. College is, for them, first an arm- 
rest. They are looking for some one to provide 
for them, and to carry their burdens. Little 
do they realize that their self-reliance is decay- 
ing ; that they should study ; that studiousness 
not only improves one's grades, but teaches one 
to appreciate values. 

June Rogers 


Everyone is naturally conceited. Some of 
us hide it better than others, but that does not 
mean that we are free of it. Every time we see 
a play, read a book, or hear a song, we imagine 
ourselves the hero or heroine. As we watch 
Joan Crawford portray a walking fashion plate, 
we unconsciously fit ourselves into the part. 
Eddie Cantor's jokes are our jokes — only we 
forget the point. When we see Fred Astaire 
in his new musical, who is the little blonde 
girl with him ? Is it Ginger Rogers ? It is not ! 
It's you, it's I ! Old and young, fat and thin, 
we are that bit of rhythmical humanity dancing 
our way to fame. If that is not conceit, what 

The person with the superiority complex is 
unbearably conceited. His ego has expanded 
so much that you bump it every time you ap- 
proach him. He simply sprouts supposed abili- 
ty, and he can say and do anything better than 
anyone else. When he is in the room, even the 
furniture is uncomfortable. Usually he is en- 
dowed with so much health that he makes you 

feel like a worm for wearing your rubbers. 
But when he gets a cold — watch out ! He'll 
want every specialist in town, and then he will 
tell them that they don't know their business. 

The person with the inferior complex is 
just as bad. In his case the conceit is ingrown, 
like a toenail, irritating to walk on. He creeps 
in to himself to be sad. He says everyone looks 
down on him — but as he is always hiding close 
to the ground, what can he expect? If he ever 
does get on speaking terms with you, he turns 
his conceit on full force. He asks, "What did 
they say about me?" And on and on he talks 
about himself until you could scream. (And 
by the way, the reason you want to scream is 
that you are simply burning to talk about 
yourself) . 

The conceit of the inferiority complex is al- 
most worse than that of the superiority com- 
plex. It's rather sticky and sweet like a melted 
Hershey bar. After being with him, you want 
to go home and have a cold bath and then a 
stimulating fight. 

Between these two cases of conceit lie the 
normal, everyday human beings. They neither 
burst the room with their largeness nor crawl 
into a corner to bite their nails. But they are 
conceited. They wouldn't be worth their salt 
if they weren't, because it is conceit that makes 
personality. Over-doses are bad, but the right 
amount gives us spirit, just as the right amount 
of soda makes the difference between a flat 
yellow mixture and Coca Cola. 


In a world of political scramble, graft, and 
huge corporations, there is slight hope for 
embryonic secretaries, nurses, teachers and the 
like in their respective fields without an in- 
troduction of some merit! It has now become 
almost universal to cling hopefully to one's 
friends and friend's friends in an attempt to 
gain a foothold. 

However, in some cases, the most talented 
and gifted individuals may also possess a nature 
which, because of its shortcomings, may con- 
stantly demand the prodding and fortification 


of a stronger personality. In such an example, 
there is an excuse for lack of independence. But 
any normal person who allows another more 
fortunate acquaintance to make easy the road 
to success will soon chafe at the ropes which 
bind her. An occasional bump in the road is 
truly interesting. 

Basically, it is natural for human beings to 
seek security ; but with this fundamental fear 
satisfied, unrest at restrictions is apparent. 
Young people should and must taste the re- 
ward of self-accomplishment, and should veer 
away from the weak, I-have-a-pull outlook 
which is so prevalent in our modern psychology 


We are, from birth, endowed with certain 
physical aspects and characteristics which our 
friends and acquaintances at length accept at 
face value. We desire respect, love, and praise. 
Acknowledgment as "individuals" is our aim. 
Gradually we adopt a code of conduct which, 
we feel, brings us nearer to those we wish to 
impress. Like small children, we find that cer- 
tain things attract attention. If repetition brings 
further success, we continue our little act until 
no response is forthcoming. 

In this manner we are also testing, sometimes 
unconsciously, any attributes which we may 
have at our command. But how often a certain 
role is forced upon us ! We then fear that 
revelation of our innermost desires, standards, 
and ideas would detract from our present cir- 
cumstances. We argue that a sudden change 
in ideals and personality, however true, would 
be looked upon as false by the very friends we 
wish to have accept them. 

Blindly we push on, until we ourselves re- 
fuse to listen to thoughts wishing expression. 
And yet — our world within should be a beauti- 
ful thing. 

Last summer I saw Norris Dam, hidden in 
the rolling Tennessee Hills. That structure is 
a magnificent feat of engineering, the result 
of years of detailed planning, careful construc- 
tion, and, above all, vision. It was built for a 

long future, taking four years for completion. 
Almost three hundred feet high, it stretches 
nearly one half of a mile between two hills. 

Moreover, this mighty enterprise was raised 
from the river bed in five-foot concrete blocks, 
a thought-provoking fact, holding a potential 
philosophy of life. 

If a man's life can be thought of as a com- 
plete unit with just such a firm foundation, 
with an ideal toward which he can strive, each 
day's life will be filled with purpose. 

College years are a perfect setting from 
which to derive a life-purpose, presupposing a 
firm foundation of heredity and background. 
It has been said that as a person is in college so 
he will continue. Here he can determine his 
goal, and keep thereafter always before him the 
ideals of his youth. In striving for that goal 
and working toward it, he will make innumer- 
able small, seemingly irrelevant deeds into a 
pattern of honor and faith. He can feast his 
mind upon the glories of art and literature 
during these college years, making his life in 
essence a beautiful experience which is one 
small part of the intricate and immense pattern 
of the universe. The beauty shining within him 
will shed a glow over family and friends. He 
will see during his college years, the magnifi- 
cent procession of great figures in literature 
and history of days long lost by this, he will 
forge his own destiny. 

Patterns are inescapable. Therefore, one 
should make the pattern of life clear and firm. 

Like the Norris Dam, a personality can be 
fortified from within to endure the test of time. 

Countessa Wood 


With all the stewing around the United 
States is doing, it is likely to wake up some 
day and find its goose cooked. As things stand 
now, affairs are in a half-baked condition. Mr. 
Phineas Q. Public realizes that something must 
be done, and having effected this splendid de- 
duction, sits back to let someone else do it. 
Now is the time when all self-respecting youth 
should come to the aid of itself ! Instead what 



does it do? It goes on letting the older gen- 
eration muss up the land that is youth's heritage. 
The apathetic attitude assumed by young peo- 
ple towards public affairs is astonishing. Can 
it be possible that they do not understand how 
closely these public affairs are allied with their 
private lives ? Or are they waiting for the shock 
of having the comfortable routine of these pri- 
vate lives upset before they open their eyes and 
discover that they have handed the government 
over to a coterie of politicians whose policies 
are not concerned with the welfare of the 

Youth's ideas are highly respected by would- 
be statesmen. How far could Hitler have gone 
without the combined forces of German youth 
behind him ? If a nation has not the enthusiasm 
of its young people supporting it, it will wither 
up and die ; for the young men and women of 
today must take responsible positions tomor- 
row. Disinterestedness will not prepare our 
future statesmen to perform their duties very 

Not one of the young people can "pooh 
pooh" and say, "That doesn't affect me. I'm 
never going to be a public servant." Whether 
they are a public officer or a private citizen 
they still have to vote. On one side of the 
equation is the intelligence of the voters, and 
on the other the efficiency of the government. 
If John Doe is owner of a shoe factory and 
interested in high tariff, let him vote for a 
candidate who advocates high tariff instead of 
sitting home on election day and allowing the 
party bosses to have their paid stooges elect a 
man who wants free trade. Should the youth 
almost ready to vote, or already voting turn 
out at every election, maybe the big political 
machines would get discouraged in their efforts 
to put men in office who are the choice of only 
minorities. A. S. B. 


President of the Senior Class 


A sense of the honorable may often be a di- 
rect result of an overdeveloped and exquisitely 
sensitive New England conscience. Such a con- 
science may, nevertheless, prove dogged, and 
serve the purpose well. It might also be 
termed a sense of duty in some individuals. 

Honor should be as natural as breathing if 
not disturbed ! Any focus placed upon it may 
lead to a devil-may-care attitude. This attitude 
may be assumed by a person who is attempting 
to be blase in the eyes of an imaginary 
audience, or may arise from selfconsciousness. 
How often a student will produce a scheme to 
mislead an instructor purely because some re- 
striction has been placed upon her honor. 

If the value of honor could be accepted en 
masse, there would be no difficulty in disturb- 
ing others in an attempt to punish a very small 



Again the Bureau of University Travel un- 
der whose management Lasell girls and their 
friends have travelled so delightfully and profit- 
ably for some years has planned a most at- 
tractive Lasell European Tour for the summer 
of 1937. 

In the absence of Miss Constance Blackstock, 
who for many years has so successfully organ- 
ized a Lasell party but this year is taking a 
leave of absence in India, the group will be 
organized by Miss Karin I. Eliasson, Lasell 
'31, now a member of Lasell's faculty. Miss 
Blackstock plans, however, to meet the group 
abroad and return to the States with them. 

The itinerary planned for next summer 
proves unusually interesting from the moment 
the group sails on June 29 on the Statendam 
until its return the last of August. They 
will first visit Plymouth, Stonehenge, War- 
wick, Oxford, spending four days in London; 
then on to the Hague, Amsterdam, and Volen- 
dam, taking the steamer down the Rhine to 
Heidelberg; into Switzerland to Interlaken, 
Scheidegg, Lucerne, stopping in Munich for a 
few days. From there a trip down the Danube 
takes them to Vienna, Venice, Florence, Rome, 
and Naples, from which place visits are made 
to Pompeii, the Amalfi Drive, Sorrento, Capri, 
Pisa, Genoa, and Nice. Thence back to Paris, 
where they spend a week prior to sailing for 
home on the Volendam. 

This is the complete tour, but special ar- 
rangements can be made to suit the tastes and 
purposes of those who so desire. The girls who 
are particularly interested in art will find the 
complete tour most worth while. 

This popular and well planned University 
Vacation Tour is designed especially for men 

and women still in college or recently graduat- 
ed, in order to form a homogeneous group. 
The tour is open to Lasell girls, and their 
friends even though they may not be members 
of our school family. 

For further information address 

Miss Karin I. Eliasson 
Lasell Junior College 

Auburndale, Massachusetts 

HEADS OF SPORTS: Marjorie L. Gilbert, Crew; 
Dorothy E. Forsstrom, Archery; Louise Hedlund, 
Tennis; Ann Robertson, Swimming; Irene Dreis- 
sigacker, Basketball; Louise H. Tardival, Soccer; 
Margery Fothergill, Riding; Rae B. Salisbury, Base- 
ball ; Marian Sleeper, Hockey ; Edythe Cummings, 

These crisp, New England, fall days are 
bringing the whole school out in the open for 
sports. Hockey and Soccer lead in popularity 
with a great many candidates out for both. The 
golf course is proving quite popular this fall ; 
and tennis of course is played by a great many 
girls. Riding is a perennial favorite and this 
fall a novelty feature was a "breakfast" ride. 
The party left at 5 :45 getting back to Bragdon 
for breakfast at 7 :30. A. A. elections were held, 
and the head proved to be Marian Sleeper, 'Z7 
a day student from Brookline, Mass. All Lasell 
is "sporting" this fall and enjoying the oppor- 
tunity of plenty of time outdoors with plenty of 
things to do. 

Genevieve Hackett 



It was a warm autumn night, and the lovely 
old enclosure of the club known as the Swiss 
Chalet, walled in by richly dark facades like 
those of a palace, with mellow softened glows 
of light gleaming through the arches of the 
arcades below, had a quality of splendor and 
radiance. It seemed to suffuse the gaiety at 
the clubhouse with some deeper, richer sense 
of stately old-time grandeur. The great surge 
of high spirits, the hubbub of voices and 
gay laughter all gave an effect of being subdued 
gradually to silence as the "Wedding March" 
began to play. Standing in an upstairs 
room, a bit nervous from the excitement, 
my blood ran first warm, then cold. Maids 
and friends had fluttered about arranging 
the train and veil of my wedding dress just 
so. The ivory satin gown with a veil of tulle 
made a lovely combination. The cap was 
trimmed with pearls and orange blossoms. My 
bridesmaids wore scarlet velvet gowns with 
shoulder-length veils of brown tulle. Such a 
confusion there was ! In only a few minutes I 
would be slowly walking down the aisle to the 
altar. Oh, it seemed so incredible, but it was 

Glancing in the mirror for the last time be- 
fore I went downstairs, I made sure that the 
vision which I beheld was really I and not an 
angel from heaven, as I felt. After being con- 
vinced it was nobody but me, I left the room 
and crossed the balcony, where upon looking 
down, I gazed into the faces of a maze of 
people seated in groups. I continued around 
the balcony to the broad stairway, and some- 
how, with trembling knees, reached the bottom. 
The weight of the train and the long, flowing 
veil sent little thrills playing tag up and down 
my spine. My searching eyes soon fell upon 
him. He was there at last, and nodded and 
smiled with dancing eyes to approve my ap- 

pearance. Six ushers in pairs proceeded down 
the aisle ahead of me, with two bridesmaids 
following. With each step my heart pounded, 
but not in time with the music. It jumped by 
leaps and bounds ahead of the time my feet 
were trying to keep. 

Curious strangers craned their necks to take 
in all the details of the bridal party. The ushers 
and my attendants separated for me to pass. 
Up to the steps of the altar I went. Then, after 
turning slowly for the audience to see my 
gown, I began to retrace my steps. There 
would be no ceremony, you see, for it was not 
a real wedding. It was only a fashion show. 
But I am sure I experienced all the emotions 
that any bride ever could. It was my first time 
as a bride, and perhaps the nearest I may ever 
come to being one, but it seemed so real. Ex- 
citement surged through my veins till the white 
lilies in my arms began to quiver. Friends re- 
marked that I acted as if it were my own wed- 
ding, and I agreed. Everyone has his or her 
own thrilling moments, but I sincerely believe 
that being a bride was the biggest thrill I ever 
had, or ever shall have, until the next time. 

June Rogers 


I was simply aching to see the Wildcat. The 
first day had been stormy and although it 
cleared that night, there was no moon. We went 
out into the black starry night, and sat on a 
cold stone bench and stared expectantly into 
the darkness. Our eager eyes perceived — 
nothing. We were conscious of some immense 
dark shapes all about us, but they faded into 
the darkness above and were lost to us, yet 
still there. 

The next morning I saw it ! That magnificent 
Wildcat ! I gaped at its size and I gasped at 
its beauty. I could hardly wait to ascend the 
trail to its summit. Hastily tucking a moun- 



taineer's breakfast inside my belt I returned to 
the spot from which I had first viewed the 
object of the day's conquest, a glorious moun- 
tain rising nearly straight up into the bright 
blue of that September morning. Twin lakes 
sparkled below my feet, and mighty mountains 
towered above my head. I was in my glory. 

It is fortunate that I can now remember that 
my feet itched to be on the way ; for before we 
had vanquished that bristling, fire-spitting 
Wildcat they felt quite subdued. 

If you have never fallen up one side of a 
mountain and bounced from tree to tree down 
the other, you have missed a most delightful 
opportunity to make yourself exceedingly lame. 

We struggled most valiantly up the side of 
Wildcat mountain for about an hour. We rested 
and staggered on. Our only compensation was 
the awe-inspiring beauty of the view about 
us. After a short climb we reached what seemed 
to be the top of the beast's left ear. But alas, 
it was to be many a weary hour before we 
reached that part of his anatomy. We went 
down a little way, then up-up-and-down again, 
but not for far. I flopped on to an old log to 
rest, confident that this Wildcat either had a 
rocky back bone or about fifteen kittens. 

Did you know that the bottom fell out of 
the world on September sixteenth? Well, it 
did. I know, for it was on that day that I came 
three times as far down a mountain as I went 
up. When I finally found the bottom of the 
world, somewhere down by China, I couldn't 
walk on it. The level ground came up to meet 
my feet too soon, and badly jarred my teeth 
and my already wobbly knees. 

As I stood in the cooling mists of Glen Ellis 
falls and looked back at my latest conquest, 
one of the most precipitous climbs in the White 
mountains, and then down at my trembling 
knees and scuffed boots, I thought of what my 
Dad has often told me : "There are three kinds 
of fools, Nan: the plain fool, the darn fool, and 
the mountain climber." 

Oh, yes, I'm going back. 

Nancy Carruthers 


Mr. Jones carefully lifted the panama out of 
its box and placed it with austere dignity on 
his head. Then straightening his thin, bent 
shoulders he gave himself one last look in the 

"Pretty spry for an old fellow !" he told the 
image looking proudly back at him. Picking 
up the cane that rested on the bureau, he strode 
out of the bright, sunlit room and, licking the 
door after him, went blithely down the stairs. 
In the front hall he paused, spying his land- 
lady through the portieres of the sitting room. 

"Oh, Mrs. Flannigan," he said loudly, "if 
any one calls, I'll be back before dark." 

"Yes indeed, Mr. Jones. I suppose you're 
off for the boardwalk now, aren't you?" 

"Right you are, Mrs. Flannigan," he an- 
swered her gaily. "The day is too beautiful to 
be wasted inside." 

"Well, have a good time. I'll keep your sup- 
per for you until you get back." 

"Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Flannigan." 

Mr. Jones was glad that the season was ad- 
vanced sufficiently to warrant his flannels and 
panama. He felt almost young as he climbed 
the ramp to the boardwalk. 

Puffy clouds streaked with gold from the 
setting sun drifted peacefully in the warm blue 
sky. From the ocean a cool salt breeze gently 
lifted damp curls from the brow of a pretty 
girl in a white bathing suit, and playfully 
tugged at the white slacks of a very large 
woman, making them billow voluminously 
about her fat legs. Mr. Jones breathed deeply 
the refreshing tang, and headed for the bench 
where he always sat to observe the people. 
Early evening was certainly the best time to 
come, he thought. Then all the excursionists 
leave the beach and stroll along the boardwalk. 
Why it actually creaked with the weight of 
the crowd that sauntered along its weatherbeat- 
en planks. Delighted, half-fearful screams, 
wafted from the direction of the roller coaster, 
mingled with the busy chatter of the promenad- 
ers, and the increasing thunder of the incoming 



tide boomed approvingly on the hard, gray 
sand. It was Sunday, the day when the board- 
walk vendors sold enough hot dogs and post- 
cards to make up for a whole week of slack 

Mr. Jones settled back comfortably and pre- 
pared to be entertained. He wondered what 
the boys in his geometry class would think if 
they could see him now. He chuckled to him- 
self. They would never suspect that the old 
duffer had so much life and dash. He was really 
a dual personality, the dry, withered geometry 
professor for six days in the week, and the dis- 
tinguished gentleman of leisure on the seventh. 
He felt that he was distinguished in his flan- 
nels and the panama. The latter had been very 
expensive when he had bought it years ago. 
That just served to show that it was really an 
investment to buy only the best. He glanced 
around him appreciatively. This was an ideal 
spot to observe life. It was a large stage, and 
everyone was an actor with only Mr. Jones for 
audience. He watched a young man pushing 
a baby carriage, and smiled indulgently at the 
half-filled milk bottle protruding conspicuously 
from that industrious father's hip pocket. "Ah 
youth, youth !" he sighed. But he was not sad ; 
for he felt that he was young, in spirit at least. 
"A person is as young as he feels," he told 
himself jovially. He could appreciate youth and 
its small problems. He sympathized with them, 
on Sundays at any rate, when they were not 
harassing him with spitballs and poorly pre- 
pared lessons. But then, he must not think of 
the geometry class because it cast a shadow 
over his pleasure. His attention was attracted 
by a boy and girl who were walking toward his 
bench. "Ah, good, good," he thought. He loved 
to have people share his bench so that he could 
hear them talk. From the fragments he over- 
heard he could build up stories, some happy, 
others tragic. Now he anticipated an amusing 
half hour or so. They were lovers from all 
appearances, and lovers were always interest- 

"But Jack, I tell you I can't marry you now," 

the girl was insisting. "There's Mother . . . . " 

"Nancy, darling, if she .-..." 

"Hush, Jack ! I do believe that old freak 
at the other end of the bench is listening to 
us. "Oh," she giggled, "look at his hat. Isn't it 
funny, all curled up around the edges. And his 
pants," — she had difficulty restraining her- 
self ; — "his flannels are positively yellow. I 
wonder if he bought them in the gay nineties! 
Come on, Jack, it's getting late. Let's have a 
cone and then go home." 

Mr. Jones rose stiffly from the bench. It was 
quite chilly. He had been foolish to wear the 
flannels so soon. He supposed he would have 
an attack of rheumatism to pay for his folly. 
He walked slowly back to the boarding house 
and started climbing the stairs to his room. 

"Oh, Mr. Jones," Mrs. Flannigan came run- 
ning out of the kitchen, "I have your supper 
waiting for you, if you don't mind coming out 
in the kitchen to eat it." 

"I don't believe I want it, Mrs. Flannigan, 
thank you." And Mr. Jones proceeded up the 
stairs. Unlocking the door, he entered the 
dusky room. Removing the panama from his 
head, he carefully placed it in its box. 

Adelaide Bull, 1936 



I was dangling my feet from the corral fence 
as he tottered toward me on his dainty high 

A red bandanna was knotted around his 
scrawny neck and he wore a weather-beaten 
sleeveless leather vest over a faded blue shirt. 
Beaded leather chaps encased his bow legs, and a 



pair of fringed gauntlet gloves flapped from 
his high boots. 

A broad leather belt encircled his slender 
hips, and from it there dangled a revolver. A 
gleaming white ten-gallon Stetson hat (the 
one big investment of most cowboys) was set 
at a rakish angle on his head. 

"Here, at last," I thought admiringly, "is a 
bona fide cowhand ; a real hardened man of the 
Old West." 

Just as he came abreast of me he stopped, 
spat through a gap in his yellow teeth, and 
drawled, "Say, babe, you from Joisey? I seen 
the license on your car. Pleeztameetcha ; I'm 
from Hoboken !" 

Rosetta Case. 


Yesterday I was fitted to a pair of new 
shoes. They were a little tight at the heels, and 
the toes were stiff but I had the guarantee of the 
salesman that they would soon get used to my 
feet. They are very uncomfortable now ; but 
when they get thoroughly acquainted with the 
shape and the kinks of my feet, they will be 
among my best friends. 

Isn't that the way with new acquaintances? 
At first they seem out of place. We dislike them 
and try to avoid them, but they gradually gnaw 
into our lives. Slowly the dark cloud of dislike 
blows over and they appear a shining light in 
our lives. Thus those who may at one time 
have been despised by us are now our dearest 

However, there is one big difference be- 
tween shoes and friends. When the shoes get old 
and have served their master well, they are 
thrown aside and soon forgotten. But, a real 
friend once made is always a friend. 

From my earliest childhood the necessity of 
always telling the truth has been impressed upon 
me. To do my parents justice, I must admit 
that tact was stressed, too. However, I must 
have overlooked that little item. 

I suppose the very fact that I'm conscious 
of my fault is a step toward reform. Yet in 
spite of the fact that I know I hurt people, I 
simply cannot resist giving cynical unsolicited 

If you would help a girl with a real desire 
to defeat her worst enemy, here are instructions : 
The next time you see her eyes glint and the 
right corner of her upper lip curl, recognize 
these symptoms and gently but firmly mutter 
through your teeth "Can this candor, or you'll 
be Lasell Public Enemy Number One !" 



I don't know of a person who has more 
good old-fashioned, rip-snorting enemies than I 
have. I just seem to plow through life making 
enemies right and left and it's not because I 
mean to. At the root of all this colossal un- 
popularity is my worst enemy, my own out- 


The daily rush for school is on! Cars pour 
onto the main routes leading to Lasell from 
the various surrounding suburbs, and slowly 
the parking space fills up. All makes and 
description of cars are driven in by the day- 
students. Radios blare forth the piece of the 
day, time signals, news flashes, and advertise- 
ments of all sorts. Cigarettes are hastily ex- 
tinguished, books are gathered, doors slam, and 
classrooms are entered. 

The boarders undoubtedly often wonder how 
"the other half lives." School days consist of 
classes, studying, dates, and rather pointless 
rushing about. Week-ends bring home and out 
of town football fetes-dances before and after 
hours of mad cheering that leave voices hoarse 
for Monday recitations ; proms and their ac- 
companying thrills, and relatives' visits, long 
dreaded, and requiring much recuperation. 

Lasell undoubtedly means as much to a day 
student as to a boarder, despite the fact that 
her college connections are not quite as close. 
Teas, dances, class meetings, and firm friend- 
ships between the two sets all make for a deep 
loyalty and liking for Lasell that they share 
equally with the resident students. 

Isabel Wyatt 



(Thoughts suggested by John Burroughs' 
essay. ) 

"One of the greatest pleasures of life is to 
build a house for one's self. There is a peculiar 
satisfaction even in planting a tree from which 
you hope to eat the fruit, or in the shade of 
which you hope to repose. But how much great- 
er the pleasure in planting the roof-tree, the 
tree that bears the golden apples of home and 
hospitality, and under the protection of which 
you hope to pass the remainder of your days !" 
When you actually see the gaunt framework of 
the house you have dreamed about, worked 
for, and planned in every detail, rapidly take on 
shape and reality then you can appreciate the 
pride of possession that comes to only those 
who build their own homes. Transient dwellers 
who move restlessly from apartment to apart- 
ment can never enjoy the feeling of security 
and permanence that comes with owning a 
home. Nor can those who merely live in a 
house which is the fruit of another man's toil 
and effort ever know the exhilaration of watch- 
ing their private castle gradually forming, rock 
by rock, and timber by timber. "I notice how 
eager all men are in building their houses, how 
they linger about them, or even about their 
proposed sites. When the cellar is being dug, 
they want to take a hand in it ; the earth 
evidently looks a little different, a little more 
friendly, congenial, than other earth." 

Of course you build to suit your own tastes 
and desires ; and in a subtle way you express 
your personality. You hope that the results of 
your labors will gradually wear and weather 
to blend with their surroundings rather than 
run the gauntlet of their existence as a blot on 
the landscape. "Indeed, to build a house that 
shall not offend the wise eye, that shall not put 
Nature and all her gentle divinities to shame, 

is the great problem. In such matters, not to 
displease the eye is to please the heart." 

Strength and simplicity will give more charm 
to a house than all the ornate fagades and 
lacey woorwork ever did. The Parthenon in 
all its plain and regal beauty is a symbol of 
dignity and repose, even in ruins ; but the gin- 
ger-bready architecture of the Victorian age is 
passe only a comparatively few years after its 
reign. A house must fit into its background to 
be truly beautiful, and Nature in all her loveli- 
ness is very simple. 

Adelaide Bull, 1936 


Why is it that life is usually thought of in 
terms of its biggest ingredients, love and death? 
W 7 hy do we think that our personalities are 
molded only by these two, for we are all quite 
mediocre individuals, with only occasionally a 
flare up or down. We walk the same path, 
and do the same things day in and day out. W T e 
eat, sleep, and breathe in much the same way 
as our ancestors did before us, back and back. 
Therefore we can make observations and com- 
pare things like this "love and death" idea. I'll 
grant you, love and death are the most im- 
portant things in life, but they do not alone 
make up life. Love is transcendent and takes 
one high above one's own mediocrity. Death 
carries one far below. But have you ever known 
a normal person who has been in a transcen- 
dent state all his life ; or in an abyss of despair ? 

It really is not likely, and that is why I can- 
not say that life is made up of death and love. 
What of the "in between" the time that plays 
the most important part in making up the real 
you. For there is not enough of death and love 
in our ordinary life to complete it and round 
it out. 

You ask, "What then is life made up of, and 



why ? If there is not enough in such gigantic 
things as love and death to fill our lives, what 
does fill the gaps?" The answer is: trifles. Tri- 
fles determine not only our personality, but 
whether we are happy or unhappy. The whole 
thing really works out quite systematically. 
Your parents were first attracted to each other 
by trifles such as a smile, a word, a song. And 
then you yourself, — it is a lucky, yet trifling 
thing that you are you, and not some monstros- 
ity gibbering in a mad house. The genes of your 
parents might have shifted into a different com- 
bination — a millionth of an inch difference, — 
a trifling difference. 

Then in your development, a loud noise 
startling you may "fear-condition" you for life. 
The violets worn once by a beloved mother 
may linger in your subconscious only to re- 
assert themselves, in your choice of a wife, a 
wife who uses violet perfume. 

Your very soul is not your own. It is a 
conglomeration of ideas and trifling incidents 
massed together to form you ! 

Barbara Fowler 


In the autumn, leaves fall thick and fast 
from their mother trees. They have clung to 
their protection as long as they were able, and 
now they go — to be supplanted by others — 
younger and fresher. So men cling, with their 
respective frail tendrils connecting them with 
the mortal world as long as they are able, but 
eventually they too must go, to give way to 
rising tides of youth. As long as man and leaf 
can cling tenaciously to their holds, weak as 
some may be, they are safe ; but once they let 
go they are helpless, and wither away to dust. 

As men retain their grasps, some strong 
and determined, others faltering and weak, 
their patterns for living are wondrously dif- 
ferent. Here is one who plods evenly along; 
desiring little and only too often getting less 
than he desires. He hangs on in desperation. 
Coward that he is, he dreads what is to come, 
and dares not look back or straight forward, 
but only at his little "today". He is the one the 

world scorns, yet makes use of in its own 
cruel and often not-too-subtle way. He is the 
one to whom "wild-cat" schemes appear plausi- 
ble, and the one to whom "confidence men" 
turn in their fleecing projects when larger game 
is unavailable. Poor little atom, he moves 
stumblingly onward, not seeing deliberately 
planned pitfalls. 

Here is another who lives a turbulent, gay 
and burning life. He is carefree ; thinking only 
of self throughout his days, and often getting 
more than he bargained for. In college, he em- 
ploys "trots", the help of his hero-worshipping 
friends, and his family's influence and money 
to gain his ends. Later, he unthinkingly scat- 
ters broken hearts behind him, lives the life of 
a man-about-town, joins the best clubs in his 
city, has the best job, and eventually marries 
some nice girl to whom he may bring misery 
and disgrace. His appealing tongue and shrewd 
mind get him out of many an escapade, and 
obtain him undeserved forgiveness from all 
sides. In reality, he gets less from life than the 
poor little plodder, but he gets his small lot in 
such a grandiloquent manner that he is envied 
by all, and pitied only by the few who know 
him and his kind. 

Then there is the man who strives unceasing- 
ly for a worthy goal. He is thoughtful, gener- 
ous, ambitious, and honest. In his college days 
he scorns the worthless idler, ranks high among 
his fellow-students, and fits himself for business 
and life. Later, he makes an enviable place for 
himself in the rush of the business world, is an 
honorable member of his clubs and fraternity, 
and is respected. He trifles with no precious 
human passion or affection ; and, never realiz- 
ing his worth, hesitates to offer himself and his 
life to any woman. When finally he marries a 
person of like calibre, their life together is 
ideal. Their home is built upon their joint fine- 
ness, sensibilities, and esteem for one another. 
Too bad this man has so few equals ! 

Comes the inevitable day when all of these 
must go. The plodder hesitates to relinquish 
his hold. He fears the end and what it brings. 
To him the after life is a dim, fearful place, 



and he trembles as he feels a hand close upon 
his shoulder. The idler wearily lets go his hold, 
and sinks fast into unconsciousness. He knows 
little and cares less what comes after death. 
It is the sleep he longs for. To the third man, 
who "built his house upon a rock", the end 
is the ideal way to go out after a perfect life. 
He has his own convictions about the hereafter, 
and he welcomes it. 

And so they go — leaves to the ground, men 
to their coffins and tombs. No matter how -life 
is lived, the end begins the same for all. What 
comes after depends as much upon each as 
did his mortal existence. 

Isabel Wyatt 


The heavy heat, and the blinding sunlight 
fade before the purple, scudding clouds, the 
sudden shriek of the pouncing wind. The rain, 
a vast, drenching, thunderous curtain over- 
whelms one, obscuring the sun, coming over 
the landscape as a hand passed before a light. 
The rain brings its own music, loud, vibrant, 
bending to its will the swaying tropic verdure 
in its path. It floods the road ; the mangrove 
swamp becomes a blur. The world is water, as 
with a final, heaven-splitting crash of thunder, 
the curtain is drawn back as suddenly as it 
fell, to reveal the washed new scene. The world 
steams, and the deep blue of a tropic sky is 
again peaceful overhead. 

Countessa Wood 

usually receives the remark in a very doubtful 
manner, and wonders whether she'd think the 
same if she felt, just once, how much it really 
did hurt. 

Nevertheless, it really is no fun to have to 
discipline. I learned this through bitter ex- 
perience. One evening when I was feeling 
unusually energetic and ambitious, I determined 
to teach my Boston Terrier pup how to sit 
up. I'd been to the theatre and seen a trained 
dog team do all sorts of tricks, and I could 
see so reason why an intelligent dog (or so I 
thought) couldn't learn the one simple little 
trick of sitting up. I started out by sitting 
on the kitchen floor, holding a can of dog food, 
and shouting alternately at the dog to sit down 
when he stood up, or to sit up when he lay 
down. I had intended to reward his successful 
attempts with a little food so that he would 
understand how beneficial it was to do what 
I asked. Two hours later, there could be found 
on the kitchen floor a full can of dog food, a 
completely exhausted dog trainer, and a 
thoroughly disgusted dog. It was then that I 
learned there are two sides even to the problem 
of discipline. Although it is very unpleasant 
to be trained or punished, it is even more un- 
pleasant to have the responsibility of being a 

Shirley Hanson 


The word "discipline" is usually associated 
with something very unpleasant. We have all 
been trained, scolded, taught, and reproved 
throughout our childhood, always accompanied 
by the words, "It's for your own good." I 
am sure the average person has found this most 
distasteful, and has tried to evade it in one 
way or another. 

However, did you ever think that perhaps 
the person on the other end is having as un- 
pleasant time, too? Mothers often tell theii 
children when they must punish them, "This 
hurts me more than it does you." The child 


Every man is an artist in his own way, 
whether he is a tradesman or a member of one 
of the professions. I don't suppose, though, 
that the artists of yesterday would consider 
these upstart amateurs eligible to their rank. 
But no matter what their environment, they 
all have one thing in common; they all draw 

These people can be classified into a number 
of different types. Some members of our 
population are "Circle Blackers." At the 
theatre, while waiting for the second act, they 
must do something besides gossip and fill up on 
chocolates. Therefore, out come the ever- 
sharps, and they set to work filling in the round 
spaces of the O's, A's, and D's. The capital 



letters become individual fantasies with frond- 
like lines and intricate shadings which even 
a master printer might envy. By and by, in 
their eyes, they have created masterpieces of 
art. But to anyone in the distance, the "sketch" 
is about as handsome as bands on a girl's teeth. 
This individual deserves to be patted on the 
back — hard! 

'Phone booths from the outside maintain, in 
general, a dejected appearance. But the in- 
terior, with its amateur art gallery, boasts a 
fascination all its own. Picture on the left a 
political sign, "Vote for Smaltz." In its pres- 
ent state, the picture of this adventurous politi- 
cian could not be recognized even by his best 
friend. An artist has been there! — a villainous 
character who would be pigeon-holed as a 
"Booth Marker." By the next booth users, the 
determined Mr. Smaltz has been transfigured 
into a mournful apparition resplendent in a 
handlebar mustache, dark glasses and — heaven 
forbid — a goatee! 

Some people wouldn't think of mutilating a 
sign in such a grandiose manner, and content 
themselves by simply adding a Clark Gable 
mustache. These species are called "Mus- 

There are also "Opticians," "Eye-lash Ad- 
justers," "Nasal Augmenters," and "Hair 

It would be an insult to the "Interior Deco- 
rating Scrawlers" if we passed them by. They 
are the black coffee drinkers, nervous types 
who mark up everything handy. They draw 
endless lines, boxes, circles, and funny little 
faces which even four-year-olds could better. 

This marking up of subjects is not a fad, 
for every one does it. It is a common ailment. 
I, myself, have caught the disease with a dif- 
ference. My specialties are profiles. 

Virginia Amesbury 

ous traffic congestions. To follow one of these 
rocky trails to the hills of New Hampshire on a 
sharp, clear autumn day, brings one into com- 
munion with Nature's most vivid self. 

Small pebbles, relics of another era, jostle 
and cry as the firm rubber tires of the modern 
vehicle crush them into the finely grained sand. 
They chatter as they are tossed together, and 
those of lighter weight fly up in the currents of 
air following the car. Along the edge of the 
road, a chipmunk, nervous and eager in move- 
ment, darts across the path. Squirrels hop from 
branch to branch; partridges cause leaves to 
fall as they stir among the gay foliage. 

The wind has a phraseless melody in the 
Fall as it plays with the dry leaves, sending 
them whirling in bright groups. During a calm 
in an autumnal wood, one is moved by a sensa- 
tion of great depth, which is well understood if 
one is fortunate enough to hear the plaintive 
peal of a country church bell. Far in the dis- 
tance woodlands dispense with color in the 
twilight of the day, but in its stead rises the 
aroma of pine needles and the late wild flower. 

Nature's appeal to our senses makes country 
scenes particularly enticing. On an unfrequent- 
ed road-way we are able to enjoy these beau- 
ties to the utmost. 

Nancy R. Maguire 


Country roadways in New England, narrow 
and winding though they are, form a quiet and 
picturesque escape from the shrill clamor of 
harsh automobile horns, and unpleasant, gase- 


Little purple asters beside the road, clematis 
blossoms with fairy-wing petals, arching and 
trailing and dropping softly toward the earth 
like a wedding veil ; fragrance of grapes ripen- 
ing in the warm sun ; yellow elm leaves scat- 
tered in the streets ; scent of hickory nuts and 
wood fires ; — all these show that a New Eng- 
land autumn is at hand. 

Who can help longing to be out under the 
clear blue skies in the bright, sparkling morn- 
ings, or dreaming in the joyous atmosphere of 
golden afternoons, or inhaling deeply the frosty 
evening air after early sunsets ? 

What inspiration it is to stand on a hill top, 
watching the soft, damp fog rolling in from the 
harbor, smelling the east wind which whispers 
of low tide, fishing boats, the sea. 



All the little creatures of the wood are 
strangely silent. A squirrel may frisk about, 
busily storing acorns in hollow trees and cor- 
ners of fences. A few lonely sparrows may sit 
quietly in the thorn trees. Otherwise all is very 
still, save for the song of an occasional cricket, 
or the harsh cry of a blue jay telling that sum- 
mer is ended. 

Laura Huegle 

self. He feels that he is one of the youngsters, 
that "he understands them better than their 
parents," and in general he won't admit that he 
ought to be at his club playing billiards rather 
than at a football dance chasing colored bal- 
loons. This perpetual adolescent is a shopworn 
relic of the terrible twenties : he hasn't faced 
himself for what he is : a middle-aged man. 

Countessa Wood 


( The following essays were suggested by an You can recognize them at some little dis- 

article about a vociferous minority among col- tance, these perpetual adolescents. They have 

lege alumni.) a certain "hail fellow" appearance that makes 

Perpetual Adolescents are omnipresent in the your back involuntarily shudder from the men- 
annals of College football. It is a pity that tal slap when you meet them. They are the 
they cannot be confined to these realms of fellows that rouse themselves into a frenzy at 
youth. In a stadium, a fur coat and a congenial football games with the aid of a pint of Scotch, 
bottle cover the slight disadvantages of a pro- They are the "contact men" who seek out new 
truding abdomen and a hairless pate. But this and promising prospects for their Alma Mater 
type of person pervades all walks of life, mak- (long may she flourish with winning teams and 
ing a laughing stock and a general nuisance of new swimming pools.) 
himself. And yet, can you help liking these adoles- 

He is the man who wants to organize every- cents ? There is such an air of little boy bravado 

one into one big happy family. He loves get- about them that one excuses their foibles with 

togethers, and he has a passion for making a shrug, as one would excuse the pranks of a 

stupid speeches clothed in more stupid jokes Penrod. They are generous and forgiving : and 

when no one has the foresight to stop him. sometimes, when not too proud of their own 

He always urges the boys to stay for just one prowess, amusing. 

more hand, regardless of irate wives. His own They make their way in the world sometimes 

wife is in a constant state of frenzy over his much better than those who may be termed 

bringing home to dinner, unannounced, total "Adults." They turn into bankers, lawyers, and 

strangers ; over the probability of his offending politicians. And they marry. They marry girls 

the dignity of her Mother's school-girl friend, who idolize them, girls who protect them from 

Aunt Hetty, and over the total disregard his the cruel realization of their own mediocrity, 

amiable disposition has for other people's However, it has been proved that if the wife 

rights. Notwithstanding his mature years, of one of these men "lets him down" — tells 

he always plays six sets of tennis or thirty- him just what she thinks of his childishness, 

six holes of golf, only to be irritable for the he feels intensely hurt. For his ego is dented, 

rest of Sunday. He slaps newly sunburned and a perpetual adolescent cannot stand having 

backs, and teases sensitive children. He is ever his ego even scraped, 

ignorant of his blunders. So you have them, — the physically mature 

The perpetual adolescent is f orty-ish, in- yet mentally immature members of society ; un- 

clined to obesity, and usually lovable and kind, able to look life squarely in the face, yet valua- 

But he has forgotten that youth belongs to ble to us simply because it is necessary to have 

another generation ; that his joie de vivre is all kinds in the world, 

rather a pathetic imitation, fooling only him- Barbara Fowler 



In a recent Assembly period lasting twenty- 
five minutes, every Lasell girl was asked to 
write on one of tzventy suggested topics. The 
editors of the Leaves have chosen the follow- 
ing articles for publication. 


The United States to a great many people 
seems cluttered up with numerous reminders 
of battles, forefathers, or great men of decades 
ago. Living in New England as I do, and 
travelling through the eastern seaboard states, 
I have seen many of these reminders of histori- 
cal incidents or figures. The one monument 
that really inspired me, made me feel all prick- 
ly inside, was the Lincoln Memorial in Wash- 
ington, D. C. 

It is a spacious monument set up on a rise 
of ground with immense sturdy pillars support- 
ing it. One must climb many steps to reach the 
citadel, but it seems to me as if these steps 
were the ones Lincoln had to climb all through 
his life in order to reach his place of rest 
at the top. When you enter, you are confronted 
with the massive figure of one of the most 
beloved men in the history of our country. The 
sculptor certainly has accomplished his master- 
piece in the face of Abraham Lincoln. One 
would almost think he had actually known 
Lincoln, — he has portrayed his features so 
vividly. The pose seems so characteristic. 

As you walk around reading the many beau- 
tiful inscriptions, the vastness of the place 
compels you to whisper to your companions or 
even walk on tiptoe. I hope that all these 
people who scoff at our historical shrines will 
visit the Lincoln Memorial, because after- 
wards I am sure they could never scoff again. 

Louise Tardivel 

actuality of perfection in all minutes of living; 
it implies the ubiquitous presence of controlled 
gayety, an all-inclusive thoughtfulness, a com- 
plete comprehension of situations, a directness 
of character all blended together to produce 
that which is ever a dream, that which may 
never exist. 

Lasell a Utopia? — while multitudes in the 
world without are in utter poverty. Lasell an 
isolated Utopia ? — while cities are dripping with 
crime and illegal enterprises. The thought of 
allowing oneself to express the desire to form 
even imaginatively a Utopia in a particular 
district is repellent. If a Utopia is to be made, 
make it where it is most needed, — trudge down 
into the slums, wallow around in their filth and 
degradation ; they do, they have to. That is 
the place where a Utopia is needed, — not La- 

Elizabeth Clark 


When the question, "Could Lasell be a 
Utopia?" first registered on our minds it made 
us perfectly furious ! The idea of asking such 
an impertinent, illogical question caused us 
to want to give an equally impertinent and il- 
logical answer. 

In speaking of a Utopia, one infers the 


I was not born with stability. I know this, 
and yet during the nineteen years of my life 
on this earth, I have done very little to acquire 
stability. Always I think there will be tomor- 
rows when I can start, by hard practice, to 
make my mind behave like a coordinated 
machine, not like the jerky handle of the farm- 
yard pump. This mind of mine today reminds 
me of a punched-in tin can, a leaky one at that, 
with holes on the sides and bottom as well as 
the top. It's not well ordered. Thoughts and 
impressions skip in througn the bottom, and 
get hopelessly entangled in the sieve-like holes 
of the sides. Once inside they are still at a 
loss, and either churn madly around, or go 
totally asleep because of lack of stimulus. 

Your mind, dear reader, is made up of 
squares with well ordered little openings 
wherein march your thoughts in precise lines. 
These thoughts remain on their proper shelves 
to serve your every purpose. Like soldiers 
they obey. They are so unlike the carefree 
vagabonds that dwell within my cranium. Did 
you see the pink elephants in the sky last night ? 
Of course not, — no sane person would. 

Helen Raymond 




Some times I wonder just what sort of per- 
son I really am. Certainly I'm not convention- 
al (however, I surprise myself at times with 
my own prudery). 

Music, for instance has never been arranged 
in definite files in my mind. My oh-so-distant 
Spanish blood makes me feel passionately for 
tangoes. On the other hand Wagner, Bach 
and Beethoven often inspire me. Yet, I 
couldn't be happy without occasionally hearing 
Cab Calloway. 

I suppose I should be ashamed to admit it 
but painting bores me. I have seen a great 
deal of it, and I have a fairly good understand- 
ing of it. Nevertheless I feel a definite glow 
when I look at something by Otto Soglow. 

I am decidedly cynical when it comes to love. 
I don't think it's the moonlight and roses af- 
fair it's supposed to be, and I scorn moon-eyed 
lovers. I think I think this way and I want 
to think this way ; yet to my immense disgust, 
my own knees go watery at the thought of one 
certain man. 

Clothes amuse me; you can make or break 
a personality with them. 

Food annoys me : I love it, eat it, and gain 

Religion is something I hardly dare to think 
about. I've read the Bible four times, attend 
church regularly, say my prayers each night. 
Yet I'm not good. 

I like People. People don't like me. I laugh 
at People. 

Someday, maybe, my thoughts will get 
straightened out ; though I hope they don't. At 
least I don't bore myself. I'm too busy trying 
to decide what I really think, on a subject, and 
what I want to think. 

I'm lonely, because I am mentally isolated 
from people ; but I'm not unhappy. I like my- 


My mind is a jungle of ideas; it is filled 
with a mad ..confusion of thoughts. Unhappy 
ones, gay ones, worried ones, chasing one an- 
other around inside of me. I am like a bell; 

when an idea or thought strikes me, I quiver 
according to the force and mood of the blow. 
My mind is restless, never still ; it is filled with 
doubts and uncertainty, love and sorrows. 
This wild confusion is the clapper in the bell 
of me, ever ringing, ringing. Like the dreary 
clang of a bell buoy, incessant and lonely, I 
am smothered by a fog of doubt. My moods 
come and go with this fog, but it is ever present 
in minute particles that hover around me. 



One of the highlights of my summer ap- 
peared in the fascinating world of the theatre. 
Though the whole six weeks that I worked in 
a summer theatre were extremely interesting 
and instructive, the most interesting time was 
the one week I worked backstage during the 
performance. I was the assistant electrician, 
a highly flattering title. The job was not too 
confining. The electrician in a summer thea- 
tre is the Jack-of-all-trades. He is called upon 
to do jobs that, while certainly not electrical, 
do not come under anyone else's jurisdiction. 

Monday night was opening night, although 
the cast claimed that it was usually dress re- 
hearsal. As the production of the week was 
"Bird in Hand," a two-set show, there were 
a great many last minute duties. My main 
duty was to fix the plugs in the switchboard in 
their proper pockets, and to check all the stage 
lights and make sure they were working. If 
a stranger had ventured backstage that Mon- 
day night, he might have distinguished the 
following phrases in the bedlam of sound : 
"Mac, help me with this flat" — "No, the table 
belongs here"- — -"Lights in the dressing rooms, 
please" — "Is Charlie's car outside?" — "Ada, 
turn on the X-rays" — "The tea is in the whis- 
key bottles" — "What kind of a house is it?" — 
"Mac, lift the ceiling" — "George, the lamp is 
broken" — "Ten minutes' warning, down 
there !" By that time, the stranger, if he hadn't 
gotten tired of being jostled, would probably 
have left thinking that we were crazy. 

Finally everything was ready, and the cur- 



tain rose. Act I was ghastly! ! One of the 
older actors forgot his lines continually, and 
began to take everyone else's instead. The 
audience seemed to enjoy the comedy, however, 
and certainly laughed at more lines than we 
did. In the intermission I had to reset the 
whole switchboard, which I did in fear and 
trembling, lest I put the wrong lights together. 
The scene shifting was going badly, and 
reached its climax when six people took out a 
window and all six walked away at the same 
time, letting the window break with a fearful 
crash. At that moment I pulled one of the 
switches, leaving the stage in total darkness. 
It seemed incredible that all this had occurred 
in ten minutes. But then the gong rang for 
second act. 

Ada Epstein 

I still have the little leaflet, with its cover 
of blue and white adorned with silver camels, 
to remind me of this day. 

Laura Lindsay Huegle 


One memory of early childhood which I 
hold dear is that of a late afternoon on the day 
before Christmas. It was about four-thirty, 
and in Copley Square there was a bustling, yet 
strangely hushed atmosphere. Twilight was 
quickly descending, and the air was full of 
puffy snowflakes, which dropped silently from 
the gray sky beyond the steeple of Trinity 

As we walked up the steps towards the mas- 
sive church doors, — my mother, my aunt, a 
young cousin and I- — we could hear the organ 
playing. We found seats in the balcony, and 
I remember what a sense of awe swept over 
me as I watched the Christmas pageant walk 
slowly up the aisle toward the altar, — Mary 
with a baby in her arms, and dressed in the 
long robes of that country; Joseph with his 
staff, and finally the wise men with their gold 
caskets and jewels, and the shepherds dressed 
in their shaggy fur. The church was very 
dark except for the few candles on the altar 
and by the pillars. How beautiful it was to 
watch the peaceful scene. 

Then we sang Christmas carols, joyous 
carols, carols that made you remember the 
snow softly swirling around the church steeple. 


In all the years I shall live, I shall never 
forget the Christmas I spent in Germany. The 
German Christmas celebration is unlike that 
in America. The week before Christmas is a 
happy one, spent in buying presents, useful 
ones, for the poor people. On the Eve of 
Christmas, the presents which our household 
bought were gathered into one large basket, 
with all kinds of fruit, food and delicacies 
placed on top and tied on the sides. Our family 
and relatives, on this night numbering about 
twelve, walked to the home of a poor family. 
There were seven children and the mother in 
the house all asleep. When we arrived in front 
of the house, we each lit a candle we had been 
carrying, and in a double line marched into 
the house singing, "Stille Nacht, Heilige 
Nacht." The children came downstairs, a piti- 
ful sight. Such appreciation and gratitude 
shone in their faces. With eager hands they 
opened their presents one after another, while 
the mother fell to her knees thanking God for 
making this Christmas happy. 

With tears streaming down our faces we 
left the now happy home, with the sudden 
realization of our own more fortunate lot. 
This one night will remain in my memory for 
ail time ; and whenever I get angry or disagree- 
able because I cannot have what I want, I think 
of these poor children who needed so many 
things. Then my wish seems so little, so small. 

Marie Bruns 


The saving of the life of Dr. Heiser, recent 
author of An American Doctor's Odyssey, 
during the tragic Johnstown flood, may be re- 
garded as the averting of a tragedy. If Dr. 
Heiser had been enveloped in that swirling 
mass of destruction, the lives of many sufferers 
from dread diseases might have been despaired 



The dam in that small Pennsylvania town 
broke when Dr. Heiser was still a youth. He 
recalls that the river had been rising. This, 
however, was no cause for alarm. The river 
had become swollen often before. But on this 
occasion his father had called to him from 
an upstairs window to climb to the top of the 
old barn. The youth obeyed. A second later 
he realized the cause for his parent's excite- 
ment. Coming toward him was a black mass, 
with trees, housetops, screaming townsfolk, 
and debris tossing about. At first glance he 
didn't recognize it as water, but was conscious 
of the fact when a few seconds later his own 
location was completely uprooted, and became 
a part of the destructive tide. From one roof 
to another he leaped as the water bore him 
downstream. At nightfall, he and a dozen 
refugees had reached the roof of a once promi- 
nent structure in the village. Relief came in 
the morning — relief and pathos. For it was 
the sorrowful duty of the youth to visit the 
morgues and discover the body of his mother. 
His father was never identified. 

The tragedy left a deep scar on the boy. For 
he had seen the spread of disease after the 
flood, and the suffering that the unfortunates 

Nancy Maguire 

reveal one's character, one's self. Yet all voices 
are not to be shared with the world. When 
we feel we must escape, that we can no longer 
tolerate voices of the world, we cannot escape 
every voice. For always and forever we must 
live with the voice of our conscience, our soul. 

Betty Lloyd 


Every day we hear voices, voices — always 
voices. How they elate us, irritate us, distract 
us, amuse us, bewilder us, charm us ! Voices 
of friends, voices of enemies ; clear voices, hus- 
ky voices ; loud voices, faint voices ; shrill 
voices, musical voices ; happy voices, sad 
voices ; anxious voices, calm voices — always, 
wherever we are. 

Some voices put us in ectasy ; they are so 
charming, so rich in quality as though coming 
from the soul. Some voices carry power and 
emphasis ; others seem to lack character en- 
tirely, they are so inexpressive and meaning- 
less. Some voices fill one with happiness or 
sorrow; they have a contagious quality which 
helps the listener to share an emotion. 

Voices are revealing as few things are. They 


The tang of autumn, its brilliant skies ; 
its sharpened winds, stripping the trees of their 
dying leaves, and leaving the branches bare 
and thin ; the smoke of burning leaves and 
the silhouetted figures of men in their light ; 
the plop of apples, the patter of acorns, the 
harvesting, the swish of leaves as they scurry 
before the wind, — all these things we associate 
with the harvest season. The fall twilight 
descends. Then all is still. The stars have 
a hard brilliance, as of blue ice. 

Finally on a certain morning there is nothing 
to greet our eyes but black and white. The 
many-hued colors have been buried in the night 
and winter with its bleak and chilly song has 
come to stay. 

But not for long. For even though its voice 
is harsh, and crackles with frost and snow, 
the spring will always come romping through, 
melting the snow and prepairing the way for 
summer ; as summer will in turn make way for 

Kay McDonough 


Winter approaches fast at Autumn's heels. 
Something is gone from us. We are actually 
alone amid Nature's bare beauty. She gave 
nothing to us but the painted secrets of her 
passing. And these were short lived. Now 
we, alone, must seek her heart and be happy. 

The romance of a starry, summer sky is 
now but a great, cold, gray shadow. Whisper- 
ing trees are now stretching their bare arms, 
ready to feel the welcome frosty bites of win- 
ter. The familiar echoes of a splashing stream 
still fill the windy woods with gushing song. 
The hunter knows the approaching steps of 
winter. He calls ; he is answered. Far over 
the barren hill, with every step he takes, he 



thrills at the cracking of dead timber beneath 
his heavy foot. He knows the secrets of 
Nature, and feels the snow against his face. 

Joanne Bohaker 


In this problem, as in all others, the answer 
lies entirely with the individual. But in the 
majority of cases, it is "yes." I think that a 
college career is unnecessary for a girl who is 
to be a wife, even though her husband has a 
degree. If she is intellectually inclined, she 
can keep her mind alert and not be inferior, 
mentally, to her husband. A college career 
develops clear thinking, and undeniably arouses 
one's intellectual interests. But, a girl can 
develop mentally in the home if she so desires. 
Oftentimes, a college career makes a girl dis- 
satisfied with the simpler things of life. If 
her husband does not have a college education, 
and she does, she is apt to feel superior un- 
consciously (and more than seldom, conscious- 
ly). If circumstances permit, I do not think 
she is sacrificing a great deal to forego college. 
I am thoroughly convinced that the non-col- 
lege educated girl can make as good a wife as 
her college sister, if not better. And she is 
far from mentally deficient as some would 
have us believe. 

Barbara Potter 

to all girls in college who are faced with the 
choice of marriage or their degree, I think 
serious thought should be given before reject- 
ing or deferring her natural sphere, — of a 
home. Marriage is every woman's career, 
and should be placed above all else. 

Jeannine Young 


My answer is yes ! Emphatically so. Per- 
haps I'm out of place in this modern world, 
but in my opinion a woman's place is in the 
home. It always has been there, and always 
will be. Why any woman would want to con- 
tinue her college career just for the sake of a 
degree, when a man whom she loves is offering 
her a home, is inexplicable to me. Her place 
is to be a charming hostess, a loving mother, 
and a delightful companion. A college educa- 
tion is excellent, but a woman's time should not 
be spent poring over books. It's taken for 
granted that to some persons this thirst for 
books is much greater than to others. But 


It was in London where I "interviewed" 
General Pershing for the first time. Please do 
not misunderstand me ; it was not a personal 
interview, merely mental. But I have always 
cherished it dearly. 

This interview took place in a London 
theatre during the performance of "Journey's 
End." I was with my mother and father, feel- 
ing very joyous and gay. For, was not this my 
first trip abroad, my first personal appear- 
ance at any play, and the first time I had even 
seen a famous person - — General Pershing ? 
He was sitting in the row across from ours. 
He had a rather tired look, perhaps caused 
by grief and sorrow. His eyes were kind, and 
gave one a feeling of patience. His white hair 
gave him an aristocratic air. 

After noticing these few characteristics, I 
turned away to look at my program. It was 
not till the curtain had been up quite a few 
minutes that I chanced to look at General 
Pershing again. As I did so, a little chill 
passed through me, a chill of realization. In 
this man's face, I saw all the tortures of the 
war, — the bloody faces, hell, crying men, whiz- 
zing bullets. The pain expressed in this man's 
face I have never seen anywhere before. It 
made me realize how little I had known of 

Elina J. Russell 


Love is one of the greatest things in the world. 
Love is my estimation, from what I have ex- 
perienced of it, is a true companionship of life 
as it comes to us day by day. It is willingness 
to put one's confidence and trust in an individ- 



ual ; likewise to have him put his trust in you ; 
and obey, cherish, and love till the end. 

Love is something that cannot be explained to 
its fullest, but to me it is life itself. 

Bernice Lee Shepard 


Possibly all kinds of love are founded on the 
love of man for woman, all others being second- 
ary loves. Upon this, — the wondrous power of 
body, soul, and mind to attract others, is built 
the universe. 

The love of one youth for another has been 
termed "puppy love" — unfair in the extreme. 
Because it is young, new and is unsophisticated, 
or should be, it is ridiculed by experienced eld- 
ers. Why so ? Experience has been termed the 
greatest teacher, and this first love affair brings 
experience, both bitter and sweet. This love 
often endures through the years, and leads to 
that most sacred of ceremonials — marriage. 
Growing up together and observing one an- 
other in the process of so doing, brings a deeper 
understanding to the two. Upon this a major 
part of a successful life together depends. 

Not that "love at first sight" is impossible — 
it is merely improbable for most people. Infatu- 
ation is too often termed love, and the result- 
ing unhappiness is tragic. Months, years of as- 
sociation are what should be encouraged in the 
minds of the young. To the generation now in 
the making, little enough is sacred. Marriage, if 
nothing else can be so, must be revered. 

Those young men and girls who flutter ex- 
pectantly about from one love to another, know 
little what they do. If only they could be 
taught that thought and consideration must en- 
ter into this business of falling in love with and 
marrying someone. True all these vague flut- 
terings are bringing experience, but too often 
they bring experience that hardens and spoils. 

A sincere liking and admiration are a great 
part of any true love. Years of living together 
undoubtedly have their bad moments ; but if at 
the base there is liking and trust, love will last. 

Isabel Wyatt 



Earth has shed her gown of summer, 
(That robe of pastel green and white) 

For a gorgeous, glowy toga 
Dazzling in its tawny light. 

Dancing forth in stole aflame, 
Flinging to all her lovely grace, 

Merrily leaping she spreads her joy 
Changing the fashion of Nature's face. 

Touching the verdure here and there, 

With her delicate brush, of Nature born, 

Lightly she paints a waving frond 
Transfiguring the shimmery morn. 

The world now dons her autumn dress, 
Riotous in its shadows so rare; 

She swirls as in a dance or flight 
And gazes on her art so fair. 

R. Buchanan. 


With one accord they sweep their magic bows; 
Majestic, mightier than a sceptre set 
With precious jewels, music sweetly flows 
With grand magnificence as oft is met 
In stately castles where a symmetry 
Beyond description lends an unimpaired 
Perfection to a scene already free 
From stain, revealing strength before undreamed. 
In dreams the magic sounds return; there flows 
Through heart and soul a rapture unsurpassed 
By scenes of startling beauty, lofty prose — 
Their thrill decreases, music's power is vast. 
There is no sweeter peace; contentment reigns 
While listening thus to graceful, heaven sent strains. 

Deborah York, 1936 
Editor of Las ell Leaves, 1935-36. 


The winding street is lined with proud, tall trees 
That rustle in the cooling river breeze. 
Their shaggy bark is dull and dark with age 
And marked with scars by winter's blustering rage. 
The roots are gnarled like fingers of the old; 
Is not old age much costlier than gold? 

Mary Hoit. 




How can you tell me that she died last night 
And that her laughing eyes shall look no more 
Upon the golden beauty of the shore? 
She was so carelessly alive, so bright, 

So happy in the world she hardly knew; 
Her saucy laugh was arrogant and free, 
Her song was sung so independently 
That I cannot believe her death is true. 
She will be lost, and lonely like a fawn, 
In Death which harbors none of her delights. 

She'll miss the tennis courts, and subtle lights 
Of places where she danced until the dawn. 
Oh God, please give her gayety and fun 
Because her life on earth had just begun. 

Betty Anderson, 1936 


Galloping gayly through the woods, 

We met a ragged man. 
He gazed at us in wonderment 

Then jumped about and ran. 

We merrily chased the ragged man 
And glimpsed him through the trees. 

He wore a coat all colors bright 
Which waved back in the breeze. 

He hopped o'er logs, then over walls 

And disappeared from sight. 
For hours we all did search and hunt, 

Till sunset joined the night. 

We ne'er have seen the man again 

Although we ferret anew. 
Perhaps he turned into a tree 

To laugh at me and you. 

Ruth Buchanan 


I have a white gardenia on my coat. 

Its cool fragrance lies about me 

And lingers on my fingers when I touch it. 

I bought it from a boy on the street corner. 

His eyes were sad. He had a dirty face; 

And when I gave him the quarter 

I felt his chapped hands .... cold. 

He didn't smile, he didn't even frown. 

He just sold me a white gardenia 

That smells like heaven. 

Betty Anderson, 1936 


New York is so 

Full of cops, 
Corners, green lights, 

Red for stops. 

Buses, taxis, 

Trolley cars, 
Pushcarts, subways, 

Movie stars. 

And its ever- 
Lasting chain 

Of people going 

Home again. 

Boston on the 

Other hand 
Takes a very 

Different stand. 

How the people 

Ever know 
Where they are 

Or where they go. 

Queer, assorted 

Odds and ends, 
Are called streets by 

Boston friends. 

May be charming 

And unique, 
But I think that 

I shall seek 

New York's syste- 

Matic plan 
Of streets that know 

Where they began. 

Betty Anderson, 1936 


A knock was heard, 

Then all was silent. 

Softly the door was opened, 

No one entered. 

Pale and calm, she waited 

For an outstretched hand. 

She knew He had come. 

She smiled and closed her eyes. 

Elaine Frank, '36. 



I knelt before the headstone marble white 

To place the blood red roses by the grave 

Of him who joined the civil war to keep 

His country's glory bright. . . . 

So young, so brave. 

I moved across the grassy mound and found 

Another's resting place. 

Again I knelt and laid the blood red roses by the grave. 

The great World War had claimed him. 

How strange I felt. . . . 

The workman near to me was breaking through the sod 

To dig another clammy grave 

For him who is to fall. 

The war must come, they say. 

I look at them and tell them, no ; 

For only heedless mortals make it so. 

I ask that when my children kneel before the headstones marble white 

That they may place white roses 

To shine with peaceful radiance throughout the day and night. 

Mary Holt, 1936. 


The Sonnet must perfection be in thought 
In metre, rhyme, and form. So, first invoke 
The Muse to capture fleeting fancies sought; 
Then crystalize but one idea, and cloak 
It with a mantle loose of words sublime 
And sweet. Next, borrow from Euterpe's best 
An airy wisp of fluent, graceful rhyme 
To make the Sonnet what its name suggests. 

Now, form and metre are important, too. 
The first eight lines must tantalize and tempt; 
The six that follow close should hold a prize 
To make worthwhile the time spent reading through 
The other eight. Then lastly, trim unkempt 
And ragged metre. Burning first attempts is wise! 

—Adelaide Bull. 




Sept. 19 — New and old students met faculty at 
reception in library. Following refresh- 
ments, dancing was enjoyed. 

Sept. 20 — Rev. Ray A. Ensden was first Vesper 
speaker of the year. 

Sept. 21 — Dr. Winslow welcomed largest en- 
rollment in the history of Lasell. 

Sept. 24 — Mr. Ordway discussed the historic 
value of the trip to Plymouth and promised 
fun for all. 

Sept. 25 — Mrs. S. C. Yui. Dean of Women at 
Shantung Christian University told "The 
Story of a North China Girl". 
Large number of students enjoyed trip to 
Plymouth and Duxbury. 

Sept. 27— Dr. Boynton Merrill talked at Ves- 
pers on the effects of the human voice on 
the world. 

Sept. 29 — Dr. Rogers Spoke on facing the tests 
of Adaption, Comparison, Sacrifice, and 

Oct. 2- — Mr. Aouney Dejany told Lasell of "Life 
in Arabia". 

Oct. 4 — Dr. Elmer Leslie spoke at Vespers. 

Oct. 8 — Mrs. Sypher began series of talks on 
current events. 
She explained the situation in Spain. 

Oct. 9 — Mrs. Edward Wise informed Lasell of 
the "Responsibilities of Citizenship." 

Oct. 11 — Rev. Harold W. Ruopp spoke at Ves- 
pers. His subject was "The Discovery of 
Yourself, Other People, and God." 

Oct. 12 — Mr. Ordway outlined the trip to Salem 
and Marblehead ; also the one through 
Lexington and Concord. 

Oct. 12 — Mr. Ordway discussed the Salem- 
Marblehead trip scheduled for Tues., Oct. 

Oct. 13 — Dr. Pitman Potter spoke on "Peace, 
and How to Get It." 

Oct. 15 — Mrs. Sypher spoke on current events, 
stressing the coming election. 

Oct. 16 — Rev. Alfred Birks told us of his trip 
to Richmond. 

Oct. 18 — Several students attended the Kreisler 

Concert at Symphony Hall. 

Dr. Garfield Morgan was the Vespers 

Oct. 19 — Dr. Winslow addressed the student 

Oct. 20 — Mr. George Holt informed Lasell of 

the new system in effect at Rollins College 

in Florida. 

Large number of students took the trip 

to Salem and Marblehead. 
Oct. 22 — Mrs. Sypher spoke on current events. 

Many girls saw "Hamlet" protrayed by 

Leslie Howard at the Boston Opera House. 
Oct. 23— Miss Ella Enslow, author of "The 

School in the Foothills" told Lasell of her 

experiences in the South. 
Oct. 25 — Rev. Herbert Hitchins was the Ves- 
pers speaker. 

President of the Athletic Association 




Head of Archery 


Dorothy E. Abbott, 217 Raymond Avenue, South 
Orange, N. J. 

Gertrude M. Abrams, 13 Church Street, Milford, Mass. 

Dorothy I. Acuff, 311 Arthur Heights, Middlesboro, 

Winifred Aldrich, Main Street, Whitefield, N. H. 

Jean S. Allen, 3803 Legation Street, N. W., Washing- 
ton, D. C. 

Virginia M. Allen, 131 Rowe Street, Auburndale, 

Mary E. Alves, 37 Maple Street, Braintree, Mass. 

Virginia E. Amesbury, 19 Berkeley Place, Auburn- 
dale, Mass. 

Frances C. Austin, 6 High Street, Orleans, Vt. 

Eleanor H. Ayers, 20 Terrace Ave., Ossining, N. Y. 

Ruth E. Baber, Keeseville, N. Y. 

Hersilila Baker, 20 Upland Road, Attleboro, Mass. 

Evelyn E. Bang, 144-75-38 Ave., Flushing, N. Y. 

Priscilla A. Barker, 26 Ellsworth Rd., West Hartford, 

Kathryn V. Bartlett, Washington Street, Hollis- 
ton, Mass. 

Elizabeth K. Barton, 169 North Quaker Lane, W. 
Hartford, Conn. 

Betsy C. Bassett, Orleans, Vt. 

Elizabeth D. Beamer, Hilo, Hawaii 

Elizabeth C. Bernheim, 52 Newell Ave., Southbridge, 

Jean T. Berry, Sutton Street, Northbridge, Mass. 

Mildred F. Birchard, 40 East State Street, Mont- 
pelier, Vt. 

Elizabeth B. Black, 60 Mountain Ave., Summit, 
New Jersey 

Sarah Joanne Bohacker, 17 Schussler Rd., Wor- 
cester, Mass. 

Marie W. Bonner, State Hospital, Danvers, Mass. 

Virginia P. Bosworth, 66 North Maple Street, Flo- 
rence, Mass. 

Olive D. Boynton, 12 Rockridge Rd., Waltham, Mass. 

Charlotte E. Braden, 22 Arden Terr., Mt. Vernon, 
New York. 

Virginia L. Bradley, 88 Slade Street, Belmont, Mass. 

Ruth E. Brayman, Middleburg, N. Y. 

Barbara J. Brinser, 235 East Lincoln Avenue, New 
Castle, Pa. 

Elisabeth L. Brown, 25 Gleason Street, Thomaston, 

Merrill Adele Brown, 102 Crown Street, Meriden, 

Marie A. Bruns, 266 Park Hill Avenue, Yonkers, 
New York 

Ruth M. Buchanan, 10 Bennett St., Woburn, Mass. 

Barbara Burnham, 130 Mountain Avenue, Sum- 
mit, N. J. 

Marion L. Camandona, 72 Everett Street, Middle- 
boro, Mass. 

Miriam Campbell, 9 Union Street, Ware, Mass. 

Doris E. Carey, 931 Washington Street., Newton- 
ville, Mass. 

Doris E. Carlson, 41 Matchett Street, Brighton, 

Agnes A. Carruthers, 35 Lincoln Street, Framing- 
ham, Mass. 

Rosetta Case, 70 Broad Street, Flemington, N. J. 

Flora Chicos, 167 School Street, Watertown Mass. 

Barbara J. Christenson, 1 River Street, Concord, 

Florence Christopulos, Buzzards Bay, Mass. 

Anne M. Chupis, 16 Sterling Street, Worcester, Mass. 

Isabelle Jean Church, 1626 Milan Avenue, So. Pasa- 
dena, Calif. 

Elizabeth Clark, Center Sandwich, N. H. 

Barbara Clarkson, 50 Hillcroft Avenue, Worcester, 

Anna R. Cody, 38 Rockview Street, Jamaica Plain, 

Dorothy E. Coffin, 105 Bayeau Rd, New Rochelle, 
New York 

Eleanor M. Cole, P. O. Box 52, Arlington, Vt. 

Virginia Congdon, 141 Prospect Street, Portland, 

Doris E. Conington, 5 Angier Circle, Auburndale, 

Yvonne M. Corrigan, 18 Colby Street, Millinocket, 

Elizabeth Ann Cox, 195 Bedford Street, New Bed- 
ford, Mass. 

Mary Margaret Creighan, 14 Westland Terr., Haver- 
hill, Mass. 

Edythe Cummings, 830 Commonwealth Avenue, 
Newton Centre, Mass. 

Gwendolyn H. Cunningham, 15 Berry Street, Fram- 
ingham, Mass. 

Helen M. Daniels, 6 Auburn Court, Brookline, Mass. 

Sarah Gwen Davies, 13 East Ridge Street, Lans- 
ford, Pa. 

Dorothy H. Davis, Littleton, Mass. 

Virginia M. Deal, 42 Whittemore Road, Newton, 

Helen DeLaney, 93 Vista Terrace, New Haven, 



Adele E. de l'Etoile, 55 Marston Street, Medford, 

Jeannette Demeillers, 51 Whitman ' Avenue, West 
Hartford, Conn. 

Katherine R. Dempsey, 37 Burr Road, Newton 
Centre. Mass. 

Virginia Deutsehmann, 617 South Street, Needham, 

Patricia D. Doherty, 104 Edgewood Avenue, Edge- 
wood, R. I. 

Alice J. Dohoney, 53 Henshaw Street, West New- 
ton, Mass. 

Jeannie W. Drake, 425 Beechmont Drive, New 
Rochelle, New York. 

Irene H. Dreissigacker, 1421 James Street, Mama- 
roneck, N. Y. 

Eleanor M. Dresser, 1772 Commercial Street, E. Wey- 
mouth, Mass. 

Elsie Dresser, 86 Bloomfield Avenue, Hartford, Conn. 

Martha Driscoll, 129 Walnut Street, Brookline, Mass. 

Mary F. Dunn, 18 Copley Terrace, Pittsfield, Mass. 

Nancy B. Edmonds, Englewood Road, Middlesboro, 

Jane F. Eldridge, 506 Highland Avenue, Westfield, 
New Jersey. 

Dorothy Elliott, 235 Winyah Avenue, New Rochelle, 
New York. 

Ruth V. Elliott, 265 Payson Road, Belmont, Mass. 

Elizabeth English, 49 Walpole St., Norwood, Mass. 

Ada A. Epstein, Carmel, N. Y. 

Adele E. Fertig, 19 Lanark Rd., Stamford. Conn. 

Jean E. Finney, 34 Second St., Malone, N. Y. 

Mary Ann Fishering "Forest Edge" R. R. 2, Ft. 
Wayne, Ind. 

Edith C. Fitzgerald, 17 Skahan Rd., Belmont, Mass. 

Ruth Fitzgerald, 33 Gale Rd., Belmont, Mass. 

Judith V. Flack, 60 Elm St., Potsdam, N. Y. 

Mary F. Flaws, 16 West St., North Woburn, Mass. 

Helen E. Flint, 18 Water St., Leicester, Mass. 

Rhona E. Ford, Russell Rd., Huntington, Mass. 

Dorothy E. Forsstrom, 107 Foxcroft Rd, W. Hart- 
ford, Conn. 

Margery Fothergill, 193 No. Oxford St, Hartford, 

Barbara R. Fowler, 208 Homer St, Newton Centre, 

Mary Van Frigge, 609 Main St, Vincennes, Ind. 

Jean L. Frohock, 57 Richwood St, West Roxbury, 

Ruth S. Fulton, 55 Hillside Ave, West Newton, 

Marjorie Furbush, 17 Sterling Rd, Waltham Mass. 

Irene E. Gahan 139 Fairview Ave, Belmont, Mass. 

Lillian Caprice Gardiner, 4 Piatt Ave, Rochelle Park, 
New Jersey. 

Harriet T. Garlick, 1843 Elm St, Stratford, Conn. 

Virginia Gately, 312 Manning St, Needham, Mass. 

Marjorie L. Gilbert, 325 Lowell Ave, Newtonville, 

Patricia Gilbert, 48 Stone Road, Belmont, Mass. 

Miriam A. Goff, 68 Dutcher St, Hopedale, Mass. 

Mary F. Goffin, Woods Hole, Mass. 

Patricia L. Goodwin, 260 Elm St, Biddeford, Maine. 

Corinne H. Gossweiler, 64 So. Maple Ave, E. Orange, 
New Jersey. 

Doroth A. Graham, 36 Florence Ave, Arlington, 
Hgts, Mass. 

Mary T. Gray, 1930 Commonwealth Ave, Auburn- 
dale, Mass. 

Priscilla Greig, Westford, Mass. 

Sally L. Guerin, 53 Fielding Court, So. Orange, N. J. 
Genevieve A. Hackett, 119 Walnut Hill Rd, Brook- 
line, Mass. 
Alma G. Hallamore, 415 Moraine St, Brockton, Mass. 
Louise F. Hamilton, Main St, West Medway, Mass. 
Shirley I. Hanson, 80 Atwood Ave, Newtonville, 

Barbara Harding, 20 Highland Ave, Lexington, 

Bettv Harrington, Concord Road, South Sudbury, 

Margaret R. Harris, 58 University Rd, Brookline, 

Marv Elizabeth Harrison, 168 Prospect St, Water- 
bury, Conn. 
Barbara Haskell, R. F. D. *2. Buzzards Bay, Mass. 
Constance G. Hatch. Westwold. Kittery, Maine. 
Priscilla L. Hay, 18 Warwick Rd, West Newton, 

Louise Hedlund, 183 Maplewood St, Watertown, 

Lo : s H. Hein, 17413 Hilliard Road. Lakewood, Ohio. 
Helen L. Henderson, Hilo, Hawaii. 
Freda F. Henschel, 107 Mountfort St, Boston, Mass. 
Barbara B. Hersey, 162 South St, Hingham Mass. 
Betty Ann Hewit. 4 Davis St, Binghamton, N. Y. 
Virginia Heyer, Orleans, Mass. 
Barbara A. Hill. 81 Drew Road Belmont, Mass. 
Margaret Hill, 46 Somerset Road, West Newton, 

Mariorie I. Hills. 251 School St, Belmont, Mass. 
Phyllis I. Holbrook, 106 Brook St, Wollaston, Mass. 
Charlotte G. Howard, 219 Kimberly Ave, New 

Haven, Conn. 
Eltress F. Huber 20 Park Drive, Brookline, Mass. 
Laura Huegle, 325 Park St.. West Roxburv, Mass. 
Claudia D. Hull, 375 92d St, Brooklyn, N. Y. 
Martha R. Hume, 434 College St, Harrodsburg, Ky. 
Lucille W. Huse, 75 Pickwick Rd, West Newton, 

Mary E. Irish, 57 Hawthorne Ave, Glen Ridge, N. J. 
Shirley M. Ivers. 27 No. Second St, Meriden, Conn. 
Betty Jackson, 5 Willow St, Wollaston, Mass. 
Barbara M. Jeppesen, 10 Maplewood Rd, New 

Haven, Conn. 
Meredith R. Johnson, 250 Green St, Brockton, Mass. 
Margaret L. Jones, 484 No. Webster Ave, Muskegon, 

Edwina Kelley, 1597 Centre St, Newton Highlands, 

Eleanor M. Kelley, Hartwell Road, Bedford, Mass. 
Coral E. Kenney, 35 Langley Road, Brighton, Mass. 
Eleanor F. Kenney, 41 Lee Road, Chestnut Hill, 

Florence D. Kent, 895 Albany Ave, Hartford, Conn. 
Dorothy B. Keyes, 119 Highland Ave, Somerville, 

Beatrice V. Kidd, 18 Brook St, Wellesley, Mass. 
Mary-Priscilla King, 143 Santa Fe Ave, Hamden, 

Louise Kingsbury, 238 Main St, Spencer, Mass. 
Marion E. Kirby, 29 Whitman Ave, Whitman, Mass. 
Ethel V. Kline, 78 Harmon Ave, Pelham, N. Y. 
Janet A. Kunkel, 64 Delcar St, Fall River, Mass. 
Barbara E. Lane, 58 Fair Oaks Park, Needham, 

Wilmine S. Lane, 138 Hancock St, Auburndale, Mass. 
Lillian M. Lannary, 264 Mt. Auburn St, Watertown, 

Elizabeth F. Leland, 107 Hancock St, Auburndale, 




Mary M. Lippitt, 201 West Main St., Meriden, Conn. 

Miriam H. Livingstone, 737 Parker St., Newark, N.J. 

Elysebeth M. Lloyd, 193 Whitmarsh Ave., Worcester, 

Alice K. Lockwood, Warwick Neck Ave., Warwick, 
Neck, R. I. 

Eleanore S. Leoffler, Ridgewood Rd., Westwood, 
New Jersey. 

Joan Lohman, 604 Oakdale Ave., Fort Wayne, Ind. 

Marion F. Loveland, 85 Hammond Road, Belmont, 

Eva G. Lowry, 191 Park Ave., Arlington, Mass. 

Elizabeth Ann McAuliffe, 332 Billings Rd., Wollas- 
ton, Mass. 

Elizabeth B. McCausland, 39 Newport St., Arling- 
ton, Mass. 

Kathryn M. McDonough, 18157 Clifton Road, Lake- 
wood, Ohio. 

Margaret T. McEnerney, 295 Derby Ave., Derby, 

Gertrude McEvoy, 47 Henry St., Hartford, Conn. 

Ann M. McGowan, 56 Hill St., New Bedford, Mass. 

Ellen M. McGowan, 56 Hill St., New Bedford, Mass. 

Ruth E. McLean, 1001 Brighton Ave., Portland, 

Beverly Macdonald, 81 Bow St., Arlington Heights, 

Arlene S. MacFarlane, 137 Park Drive, Boston, Mass. 

Elizabeth L. Mackenzie, 81 Chestnut Ave., North 
Pelham, N. Y. 

Grace Emily Madeley II, 723 North 64th St., Phila- 
delphia, Pa. 

Gladys H. Magee, 23 Boody St., Brunswick, Maine. 

Margaret C. Magner, 2080 Grand Blvd., Schenectady, 
New York. 

Nancy R. Maguire, 66 Cedar St., Newton Centre, 

Jean V. Mancini, 34 Greene St., Milford, Mass. 

Ruth H. Manness, 38 Lothrop St., Newtonville, Mass. 

Janice E. Marr, 70 Boundary Road, Maiden, Mass. 

Eleanor M. Martini, 37 Park St., Lawrence, Mass. 

Jean Meady, 994 Walnut St., Newton Highlands, 

Mary Rose Mehegan, 1115 Adams St., Dorchester, 

Ruth Meighan, Sound View Gardens Apts., 59 Feni- 
more Rd., Mamaroneck, N. Y. 

Virginia J. Meikle, 44 Morton Ave., Newport, R. I. 

Elaine E. Meiklem, 53 Park Place East, Meriden, 

Laura H. Meserve, Jefferson, Maine. 

Virginia Ann Moen, 14 Westminster Ave., Lexing- 
ton, Mass. 

Frances K. Monks, 238 Dorset Road, Waban, Mass. 

Jean Morgan, 170 Lorraine Ave., Mt. Vernon, N. Y. 

Doris Morin, 181 Chestnut St., Marlboro, Mass. 

Elizabeth M. Morley, 50 Maple St., Orleans, Vt. 

Margaret Murray, 701 Westcott St., Syracuse, N. Y. 

Carole A. Myers, Bonnie Crest, New Rochelle, N. Y. 

Harriet E. Newcomb, 54 West River St., Orange, 

Margaret E. Nichols, 1314 West Wayne St., Fort 
Wayne, Ind. 

Mary F. Nicholson, Rockville, Md. 

Mary Nicolls, 1620 Massachusetts Ave., Lexington, 

Catherine E. Nolan, 288 Florence Rd., Waltham, 

Janet H. Nolan, Washington Depot, Conn. 

Miriam E. Nye, North Haven, Conn. 

Helen P. O'Connor 58 College Rd., Chestnut Hill, 

Mary E. Odbert, 29 Shawmut Terr., Framingham, 

Ethelwyn E. Olmstead, 52 Nichols St., Rutland, Vt. 
Betty J. Olson, 80 Cottage St., Lockport, N. Y. 
Madeline L. Orcutt, 756 West Market St., Akron, 

Janet A. Owens, 82 Harvard St., Newtonville, Mass. 
Helen C. Pappas, 122 Belmont St., Watertown, Mass 
Mary Parker, Danforth, Maine. 
Shirley G. Parker, 123 Brooks St., West Medford, 

Priscilla H. Parmenter, 73 Barber Road, Framing- 
ham, Mass. 
Jean E. Peace, 34 Creswell Road, Worcester, Mass. 
Rosemary Pegnam, 52 Fern St., Brockton, Mass. 
Madeline E. Perry, 46 Dawes Ave., Torrington, 

Eleanor D. Pierce, 307 Pleasant St., Leominster, 

Katherine G. Pierce, 7 Elliot St., Reading, Mass. 
Marie F. Phelan, 412 Fuller St., West Newton, Mass. 
Barbara R. Potter, 517 Deering Ave., Portland, 

Tean C. Pratt, 78 Lincoln St., Framingham, Mass. 
Glennys K. Preston, 34 Hillcrest Rd., E. Weymouth, 

Elizabeth Putnam, North St., Houlton, Maine. 
Mary M. Rabus, 1232 West Wayne St., Fort Wayne, 

Jean Randall, 151 Pineywoods Ave., Springfield, 

Mary Randazzo, 526 Adams St., East Milton, Mass. 
Florence E. Rawson, 2 Brook St., Pawtucket, R. I. 
Vyrling Rawson 22 Marlboro St., Newton, Mass. 
Eleanor Y. Ray, 1535 So. Center St, Terre Haute, 

Ruth Ann Ray, 7 East Main St., Hopkinton, Mass. 
Helen L. Raymond, 166 School St., Greenfield, Mass. 
Sophia V. Regas, Huntington, Mass. 
Alcine W. Rippere, 51 Holmes Ave, Waterbury, 

Ann Robertson, 3 Woodside Circle, Bridgeport, Conn. 
June M. Rogers, 355 Crafts St., Newtonville, Mass. 
Martha J. Romaine, 6 Duncan St, Millburn, N. J. 
Harriett M. Romsey 32 Nonantum St., Newton, 

Mary E. Rose, 611 No. Webster Ave, Scranton, Pa. 
Elise L. Rougeot, 14 Blake St, Belmont, Mass. 
Mildred Royce, 112 Alden St, Cranford, N. J. 
Elma Jean Russell, 5 Lark St, Gloversville, N. Y. 
Mabel F. Russell, 32 Maple St, Norwood, Mass. 
Doris H. Saalbach, 22 Fulton St, East Orange, N. J. 
Margaret F. Sage, 623 East 3d St, Flint, Mich. 
Rae B. Salisbury, 22 Bernard Lane, Waban, Mass. 
Emily T. Saxton, 78 Farmington St, Longmeadow, 

Bernice R. Schanberg, 30 Strathmore Rd, Worcester, 

Muriel F. Schmidt, 27 Enfield Rd. Winthrop, Mass. 
Betty Lou Schneider, 18 St. Joseph Manor, Elkhart, 

Dorothy W. Schwarz, 49 Hobart Ave, Short Hills, 

New Jersey. 
Dorothy M. Scott, Orleans, Vt. 
Meta F. Searles, 141 Main St, Farmington, Maine. 
Alice M. Seidler, 36 Claremont Ave, Maplewood, N. J. 
Bernice L. Shepard, Christiansburg, Ohio. 



Elizabeth Jane Sherman, 6204 Orchard Lane, Cin- 
cinnati, O. 

Marjorie A. Shewman, 3570 Bayard Drive, Cincin- 
nati, O. 

Betty Shultz, 925 Kinnaird Ave., Fort Wayne, Ind. 

Martha Sill, 191 Allen St., Massena, N. Y. 

Eleanor C. Skinner, Orleans, Vt. 

Helen W. Slack, 49 Grove St., Auburndale, Mass. 

Audrey E. Slawson, 75 White Oak St., New Rochelle, 
New York. 

Marian Sleeper, 191 Clyde St., Brookline, Mass. 

Priscilla Sleeper, 191 Clyde St., Brookline, Mass. 

Lois J. Small, 6 Mayo Ave., Needham Mass. 

Evelvn R. Smith, 303 Douglas Ave., Waukegan, 111. 

Joyce R. Smith, 938 Boulevard, Westfield, N. J. 

Lucille M. Somerset, 8 Morrison Court, Methuen, 

Audrey B. Spiller, 361 Waban Ave., Waban, Mass. 

Virginia E. Squiers, 15 Bradford Road, Newton 
Highlands, Mass. 

Mary Ellen Steele, 40 Tremont St., Meriden, Conn. 

Frances D. Stephan, 26 Westwood Road, New 
Haven, Conn. 

Florence L. Stetson, 198 Collins Road, Waban, Mass. 

Priscilla G. Stevens, 200 Cheshire St., Hartford, Conn. 

Virginia N. Stewart, Cherryfield, Maine. 

Hilda M. Stickles, Claverack, N. Y. 

Carolyn Stuart, Lyndonville, Vt. 

Dorothy T. Stuart, 19 Carlton Road, Waban, Mass. 

'Catherine M. Sullivan 41 East Water St., Rock- 
land, Mass. 

Deborah Sweet, 29 Four Mile Road, West Hartford, 

Eleanor Swett, 239 Water St., Skowhegan, Maine. 

Ellen P. Swindells, 210 Riverside Drive, N. Y. C. 

Elizabeth H. Sylvester, 39 Winthrop Road, Brook- 
line, Mass. 

Myrtle G. Sylvester, 11 Westminster St., W. Somer- 
ville, Mass. 

Virginia B. Tarbell, 2 Raymond St., Lexington, 

Louise H. Tardivel, 59 Maple St., Auburndale, Mass. 

Eileen M. Taylor, 61 Summer St., Keene, N. H. 

Dorothy A. Thomas 1936 Boulevard, West Hart- 
ford, Conn. 

Mary Elizabeth Thompson, 31 Evergreen Ave., 
Hartford, Conn. 

Marilyn V. Thurin, 117 17th St, N. E. Canton, Ohio 

Grace O. Tillinghast, Warwick Neck, R. I. 

Meredith E. Tillotson, 131 Upland Road, Waban, 

Virginia Tillotson, Lenox, Mass. 

Anne Tipton, 32 Whitney Road, Newtonville, Mass. 

Evelyn C. Towle, 10 Greenleaf Ave., Medford Hill- 
side, Mass. 

Elizabeth H. Tracy, 146 Floral Way, Stratford. Conn, 

Mary Louise Turner, 718 Glen Ave, Westfield, N. J. 

Ruth E. Tyacke, 62 Howard Ave, Lynnfield Center, 

Ruth Z. Urquhart, 98 Coe St, Woonsocket, R. I. 

Jane Veazie, 42 Clark St, Belmont, Mass. 

Mary C. Vergona, 88 Hoyt Ave, Lowell, Mass. 

Doris M. Vincent, 66 So. Union St, Burlington, Vt. 

Louise E. Visel, 358 Yale Ave, New Haven, Conn. 

Helen Faye Wadhams, 869 Tower Ave, Hartford, 

Lois Allyn Wadhams, 869 Tower Ave., Hartford, 

Rosalie F. Walter, 32 Wiliamson Ave, Hillside, N. J. 

Jane Walton, 1365 Baldwin Ave, Pontiac, Mich. 
Celeste R. Watson, 206 Dodd St, East Orange, N. J. 
Geraldine E. Watson, 45 Vernon St, Bangor Maine 
Mary Virginia Webb, 2229 Glynn Court, Detroit, 

Martha Welch, 321 Stevens Ave, Portland, Maine. 
Marjorie Wells, 311 Hartford Rd, So. Orange, N. J. 
Ina Wendela, 8 Bancroft Tower Rd, Worcester, 

Eleanor L. Wentworth, 424 Brook Rd., Milton, Mass. 
Marguerite M. Wenzler, 30 Hamilton St, Dorchester, 

Betty Jane Werner, 35 Landers Road, Kenmore, 

New York. 
Marjorie S. Westgate, 487 Ridgewood Ave, Glen 

Ridge, N. J. 
Barbara Wheeler, 9 Maplewood Rd, Worcester, 

Eleanor G. Whiting, 499 Orchard St, New Haven, 

Mary Virginia Wilhelm, 108 Ridgewood Ave, Ham- 
den, Conn. 
Helen B. Williams, 8814 Edgewood Ave, New 

Haven, Conn. 
Peggy Williams, Highgate, Vt. 

Augusta Williamson, 22 So. 6th St, Hudson, N. Y. 
Joyce A. Wilson, 28 Shaffer St, Worcester, Mass. 
Laurina M. Wilson, 479 Waltham St, Lexington, 

Mary Wilson, 24 Highland St, Hammond, Ind. 
Roma S. Wilson, 117 Freeman St, Hartford, Conn. 
Ruth Wilson, 1 Summer St. South Dartmouth, Mass. 
Mary Elizabeth Wing, 29 Washington St, Fairhaven, 

Elizabeth A. Wisdom, 126 Winsor Ave, Watertown, 

Arlene E. Wishart, 21 French St, Barre, Vt. 
Margaret Pauline Witham, 82 President St, Lynn, 

Countessa N. Wood, 1450 Beacon St, Brookline, 

Dorothy W. Woodard, 134 Copeland St, Campello, 

Martha Frances Woodruff, 24 Somerset Rd, Lex- 
ington, Mass. 
Sarah E. Wright, Route 1, Box 43, Briarcliff Manor, 

New York. 
Virginia Wright, 25 Rowe St, Auburndale, Mass. 
Isabel Wyatt, 99 Welland Road, Brookline, Mass. 
Elda Yaple, 413 Soundview Ave, Mamaroneck, N. Y. 
Toan E. Yeuell, 25 Myrtle Ave, Greenwood, Mass. 
Marie Jeannine Young, 229 Ward Parkway, Kansas 

City, Mo. 


Priscilla A. Blakemore, 139 Park St, Newton, Mass. 
Virginia M. Bombard, 81 Sheffield Road, West 

Haven, Mass. 
Jean M. Caldwell, 60 Athelstane Road, Newton 

Centre, Mass. 
Nancy N. Gorton, South Glastonbury, Conn. 
Eloise R. Lane, 39 Amherst Road, Wellesley, Mass. 
Harriet Ruth Leek, 55 Clifton Ave, West Hartford, 

Lauretta A. McCluskey, 25 Devon Way, Hasting-on- 

Hudson, N. Y. 
Elsinore Prouty, Newport, Vt. 
Martha L. Reilly 175 East St, Hingham, Mass. 
Patricia A. Stone, 44 Dean St, Attleboro Mass. 



A group of our elect Alumnae, recent guests of 
honor at Lasell Junior College. Helen M. Littlefield, 
72, Emma George Newhall, 73, Ella Richardson 
Cushing, 73. 


"This return to our Alma Mater for a real 
visit — what a privilege", they declared, and we 
at the college, appropriating their grateful re- 
frain, thought again and again, what a privilege 
is ours to extend to these representative alum- 
nae of Lasell's earliest years, our utmost 

As we listened to their merry college 
reminiscences of long ago, and realized how 
keen was their knowledge of, and interest in, 
present day problems, we thought of Emer- 
son's tribute to the stars : 

Who climb each night the ancient sky, 
Leaving on space no shade, no scars, 
No trace of age, no fear to die. 

Lasell's God Speed to these dear Pilgrims of 
the Day. 

Lasell Junior College opened this new year 
with the largest enrollment in the history of 
the college. It is occasion for special gratifi- 
cation that among the fine group of incoming 
students are the daughters of ten of our loyal 
Alumnae, making the number of our "old girls" 
daughters total twelve. 

We welcome Martha Hume, daughter of 
Maria Riker Hume '09, whose grandmother, 
Martina Grubbs Riker 84-85, was also a for- 
mer Lasell student. With such a background, 
we bespeak for Martha a successful career at 
her mother's Alma Mater. 

After an absence of many years, Eleanor 
Young Hord 85-87, accompanied her grand- 
daughter, Eleanor Ray, to Lasell this Septem- 
ber. Eleanor is enrolled in the junior class. 

Jean Allen came accompanied by a represent- 
ative Lasell escort in the persons of her mother,. 
Dorothy Stewart Allen '17, and her aunt, 
Elizabeth Allen '17. A happy addition to Jean's 
bodyguard were her little brother and father, 
a staunch friend of Lasell. 

Martha Sill arrived at Lasell under the 
chaperonage of Mr. and Mrs. C. I. Allen, 
parents of our Helen Allen '34, now a member 
of Lasell's faculty. Out of a large group of 
new girls we readily recognized Martha be- 
cause of her marked resemblance to her 
mother, our Irene Ball Sill '14. 

We were pleased to welcome home Fancher 
Sawyer Swett 08-09 and daughter, Elizabeth 
Swett '35. The younger daughter, Eleanor, is 
now enrolled as a junior, and we trust her 
mother's and sister's visits to Lasell will be 

Jean Church's mother, Isabelle Bowers 
Church 00-01, drove from California and paid 
her first visit in many years to Lasell. Jean's 
aunt, Hattie Church Cottle 86-87, was also a 
former Lasell student. 

One of the frequent visitors at Lasell is 
Helen Perry '24, whose niece, Madeline Perry, 
is a resident at Woodland Park. Madeline is 
the daughter of the late Ruth Morse Perry 

Among our day students are the following 



daughters : Virginia Amesbury (Jane Ford 
Amesbury 01-03) ; Ruth Manness (Elizabeth 
Linn Manness '13) ; and Virginia Allen 
(Winifred Knapp Allen 12-13). 

To our unexpected joy, after many years' 
absence, Emily Hale Barnett 02-03, accom- 
panied her sister, Laura Hale Gorton '16 when 
the latter placed her daughter, Nancy, in our 
Woodland Park School, Lasell's junior de- 
partment. Our word of welcome to the Hale 
sisters of necessity brief but long enough for 
tis to persuade Aunt Emily to give consent to 
our printing an excerpt from her Godspeed 
to this favorite niece : 

Listen, my children 

To you I will tell, 
How my niece, Nancy Gorton 

Went off to Lasell. 

'Twas the first of September 
In the year thirty-six 
With vacation all over 
And wardrobe to fix. 

For look well you must 

And you have to have curls, 
If one wants to keep up 

With the rest of the girls. 

She looks quite the lady, 

So stately and tall 
With her first evening gown 

Ready for dinner or ball. 

She was showered with gifts 

As her friends wished her well 

For it's a family tradition 
To go to Lasell. 

First it was Emily in the 

Years long gone by 
Then Marion and Laura 

Oh ! how time does fly ! 

So now here goes Nancy 

Full of vigor and vim 
To carry on for us 

Lest our tradition grows dim! 

The Personals Editor has not been so ab- 
sorbed in Lasell's new arrivals as to fail to 
reserve a leading place for the announcement 
of weddings and engagements of our beloved 
Alumna : 

June 6: Jane Seller, daughter of Dorothy 
Wells Seller '09, and Mr. Richard Turner Ly- 
man at Greenfield, Mass. 

July 4: Phyllis Sherwell '31 and Mr. John 
Clarkson at Burke, New York. 

July 11: Virginia Stout '34 and Mr. Rich- 
ard Kithil at Ben Avon, Penna. They are now 
at home at 636 Edel Avenue, Maywood, N. J. 

July 11: Miss Margaret Chestnut and Mr. 
Dudley Lindner, son of Gladys Dudley Lind- 
ner, 06-11, at Burlingame, Calif. 

August 1: Esther Magnuson 34-35 and Mr. 
Edward C. Akerly at Manchester, Mass. 
Audrey Smith '36 and Alethea Marder 34-35 
were Esther's bridesmaids. 

August 3: Shirley Gould '33 and Mr. Robert 
A. Chesebro at East Boothbay, Maine. 

August 6: Virginia Cracraft '34 and Mr. 
Robert H. Tolbert at Washington, D. C. 

August 9: Marjorie Crosby and Mr. Newell 
C. Havener at Waltham, Mass. Mrs. Havener 
is a member of Mr. Amesbury's office staff. 

August 29: Miss Ruth Furlong formerly 
of the Woodland Park faculty, and Mr. Harold 
R. Towne at New York, New York. 

September 5: Marguerite Boyd '30 and Mr. 
Richard C. Greene at Gloversville, N. Y. Mr. 
and Mrs. Greene are now at home at 183 First 
Avenue, Gloversville. 

September 9: Harriet Smith '33 and Mr. 
Homer A. Rawson at Stratford, Conn. 

September 12: Barbara Gould '32 and Mr. 
Denton Locke at Wakefield, Mass. Blanche 
Dougherty '32 and Mr. John Gordon Horsman 
at White Plains, New York. Gertrude Horner 
'32 was Blanche's attendant. Harriette Col- 
well '35 and Mr. E. L. Gallaher at Akron, 
Ohio. Betty Allenbaugh '35 was a member of 
the bridal party. 

September 19: Marjorie Hubler '30 and Mr. 
David C. Kiefer at Los Angeles, Calif. Mr. 
and Mrs. Kiefer's present address is 1320 Kel- 
ton Avenue, South Hills, Pittsburg, Penna. 
Virginia B. Johnson ('36's Class Bride) and 
Mr. Richard W. Loud at Oak Park, Illinois. 



Dorothy Ell, Marian Mapes, Elizabeth Pom- 
eroy and Jeanne Keck, Virginia's classmates, 
were members of the wedding party. Mr. and 
Mrs. Loud are now residing at 317 Beacon 
Street, Boston. 

September 26: Eleanor Schrade '29 and Mr. 
Robert H. Peay at Middletown, N. Y. 

October 10: Shirley Williams 29-31 and Mr. 
Richard L. Kenney at Auburndale, Mass. 

October 16: Barbara Pierce '29 and Mr. 
Raymond S. Gove at Winchester, Mass. 

October 17: Marion Simpson '29 and Mr. 
Clinton A. Lunt at portland, Maine. Constance 
Chase '29 was Marion's maid-of-honor. Miss 
Mary Fisher, formerly Lasell's librarian, and 
Mr. Charles Adams at Holliston, Mass. 

We received the announcement of the wed- 
ding of Shirley Fay 31-32 and Mr. Charles D. 
Wheeler, which was solemnized late in the 

We have received word of the engagement 
of Dorothy Inett '30 to Mr. Lloyd D. Taylor, 
and that of Barbara Hinckley '34 to Mr. 
Charles C. Hubbard. 

Lasell's heartiest congratulations to this 
favored group ! 

We read with unusual interest the following 
announcement in the Boston Herald, October 

"Leaving for a six months' wedding tour 
of Europe, John W. J. Pels, Norwegian vice- 
consul at Maracaibo, Venezuela, and his bride 
of two days, the former Miss Lucy M. Kellogg 
(Lasell '21) of Hallowell, Maine, were among 
the passengers sailing from East Boston yes- 
terday on the Cunard White Star liner Laconia. 
They will visit the bridegroom's parents in 
Holland before returning to Venezuela, where 
Vice-consul Pels will resume his official duties." 

The annual meeting of the Lasell Junior Col- 
lege Board of Trustees and Corporation on Oc- 
tober 14 brought together the largest delegation 
ever. Our Alumnae Association was represented 
by sixteen members, the list including our pres- 
ident, Phyllis Rafferty Shoemaker '22, and 
five ex-presidents of the L. A. A. viz. Lillie R. 

Potter '80, Maude Simes Harding '06, 
Josephine Woodard Rand '10, Susan Tiffany 
'15 and Priscilla Alden Wolfe '19. President 
Winslow's report of an enrollment of 356 stu- 
dents, some new and needed departure in our 
curriculum, increased faculty membership, and 
important alterations especially in the household 
economics department was most encouraging. 
The fact that our large enrollment has ne- 
cessitated using the auditorium of the Congrega- 
tional Church for the daily assemblies forced 
upon our attention the immediate need of a new 
assembly hall. The appeal was enthusiastically 
received by the Alumnae present and we 
separated in the hope that our longed for and 
now actually needed building will materialize. 

The visit of Miss Amy Holway at Lasell as 
Miss Irwin's guest revived in us many pleasant 
memories of her dear mother Ella Ellis Holway 

"How we miss Miss Blackstock" is the re- 
gret often expressed this year by faculty and old 
girls alike. This absentee has been generous 
in sharing her European travel notes with 
friends at Lasell. Being at a safe distance from 
our internationally-minded correspondent, the 
Personals Editor is venturing to share in 
part Miss Blackstock's recent message oa 
European current events. She writes from 
Montreux, which she describes as "a Swiss, 
countryside of serenity and peace". Those of 
us who have also been privileged to tarry 
on these Alpine heights appreciate Miss Black- 
stock's feeling of supreme uplift. She writes: 

"We have had most stimulating experiences 
this summer. I quite lost my heart to Den- 
mark and Sweden and feel the rest of the world 
has much to learn from them. Certainly the 
idea of co-operation is their keynote ! Not 
all of Scandinavia wants to co-operate but 
at least the idea seems to be growing in those 
countries and permeating the whole nation. 

"The Russia of today you would find 
very different from the Russia you saw.. 
Things are changing fast and I think the 
dominant note is one of hope. While in 



Russia we met a most interesting gentle- 
man. He was born in Russia of German 
parents but received his education in Ameri- 
ca and for a time was in the ministry. He 
is now teaching Philosophy and feels the 
deadest thing in Russia today is the anti- 
religious spirit. He is quite sure that a new 
form of religion will emerge and that al- 
ready amongst the young people there is 
a great spiritual thirst. 

"The idea underneath the whole Russian 
experiment is such a fine one and I hope in 
the end it will triumph, but I'm very much 
afraid that they are already imitating too 
many of the old ways of Industrialism for 
them to really succeed. The mass of mis- 
information given about Russia seemed to 
me appalling. The government does own 
all natural resources and controls and regu- 
lates all industry. But people do own their 
own houses, co-operative apartments, and 
can earn whatever their skill and industry 
will enable them to. They have splendid 
legislation for working women and take ex- 
cellent care of the children. They are chang- 
ing many things in the way of recognizing 
that family life is the foundation of society. 
One could almost say that in the first few 
years they were intoxicated with the idea 
of breaking away from everything which 
reminded them of the past. They are now 
becoming saner in their attitudes. I believe 
a much healthier religious life will develop. 

"In Germany too there are signs of dis- 
content. The people are far from free. If 
a German wants to go to Czechoslovakia, 
he is allowed only 10 marks a month with 
which to go. It seems as though the leaders 
in Europe were mad and I believe that as 
serious a change is taking place in the world 
as took place in the 13th and 14th centuries. 
The Christian Church, particularly in Eng- 
land and America, is going to have to stand 
fast to real Christian principles and get down to 
bed-rock Christianity instead of professionalism. 
To even think of war at this time seems worse 

than lunacy. And if there is one there can be 
no doubt but the result will be most disastrous — ■ 
I'm not thinking now in physical terms but 

"I am so full of so many different impressions 
that it's a bit difficult to refrain from giving 
them expression. 

"I saw my girls off for Paris from Geneva 
four days ago. It seemed strange not to be 
going with them. They have been fine, and 
we particularly enjoyed the last fortnight when 
there were only seven of us travelling about 

"I shall miss Lasell very much, but am 
really looking forward to my year in India. 

"Please remember me to all the friends at 

C. E. B. '09" 

Margaret Loomis Collingwood '21. Cecile 
Loomis Stuebing '22 and Eugenia Loomis '32 
have just forwarded a direct report through 
an ambassadoress extraordinary in the person 
of their dear mother. Mr. Loomis accompanied 
his wife to Lasell. Margaret has just moved 
into a beautiful Connecticut home not far away. 
which means we trust, that she and her husband 
will make frequent visits to Margaret's college 

The last good news concerning Katherine 
Hartman '32 comes naturally via Gertrude 
Hooper '32. Kay is now the successful man- 
ager of the Rhode Avenue Bookshop, Mans- 
field, Ohio. From the esteemed manager we 
learn that Mary Lib McNulty McNair '32 and 
her husband have been transferred from Mans- 
field to Springfield, Mass. Mary Lib : Spring- 
field is not very far from Auburndale. Please 
be neighborly. 

We met at the Portland (Maine) Club fall 
reunion Marion Simpson '29, who, modest as 
ever, was almost non-commital concerning her 
reported engagement. But the day following 
our meeting, we read this notice in one of the 
Portland daily papers: "Miss Dorothy Allen 
entertained in honor of Marion Simpson, whose 



marriage to Clinton A. Lunt will be solemnized 
in October." 

A fall convention of the American Dietetic 
Association called Miss Dorothy Shank to 
Boston and Lasell Junior College was pleased 
to have even a brief visit from this our former 
faculty member and her hostess, Dean Margaret 
Rand. While Miss Shank's headquarters are 
in Cleveland and her calls are nation-wide, we 
are glad to feel that Lasell still holds a high 
place in the regard of this gifted dietitian. 

The most important news in Doris Jones's 
('35) last letter is the announcement of her 
engagement to Mr. H. L. Hayes. Lasell's 
Guard, who caught an occasional glimpse of 
this attractive young musician, are not wholly 
surprised. Doris is a busy music teacher this 
winter and happy in her work ; and is also the 
organist in the Episcopal church in her home 
town. She expresses the hope which finds an 
echo in our hearts that after her marriage in 
June, they will reside in Boston, and we trust 
will be frequent guests at Doris's college home. 

Elise Keeney had only been six weeks in 
this world when she sent to us her picture. We 
greatly prize this winsome likeness taken in 
the arms of her adoring mother, Maude Hayden 
Keeney '16. 

On the return journey from Minneapolis, 
where Miss Potter spent her vacation with her 
nice, Mary Potter McConn '05, she tarried 
two days in Evanston as the guest of Julia 
Potter Schmidt '06. Her attempt to get in 
touch by telephone with the "Doves" was of 
little avail. The happy exception was a con- 
versation with Barbara Jones Bates '14. Shortly 
after reaching Lasell Miss Potter received a 
letter from Barbara enclosing a charming 
snapshot of twelve-year old Barbara, Jr. taken 
in her grandmother's wedding gown; also a 
picture of their Hinsdale home recently re- 
decorated. The "homey" kitchen with its new 
Magic Chef stove, brown and tan plaid linoleum 
and primrose yellow walls sounded enticing. 
Also the new furnace in the garden all ready 
for outdoor picnics was particularly appealing. 

But Barbara, best of all, was your personal 
message for which accept our grateful acknowl- 

Lasell at the "home base" unites with the 
Connecticut Valley L. A. A. in expressing 
regret over the recent resignation of their 
secretary, Lillian Grant '20. Ten years of most 
efficient service has endeared her to the Con- 
necticut Club. We bespeak success for this 
gifted secretary as she increasingly devotes 
her time to the Lillian Grant Expression Club 
of Hartford. 

A call from an Evanston girl which made us 
twice glad was the return of Ariel Long Miller 
'17, accompanied by her husband and his sis- 
ter. We were glad to welcome home again this 
purposeful and fine Lasell representative. 

Mildred Peirce Fuller '06 has recently been 
in the limelight, and as always for a very worthy 
cause. October 3rd, the Boston Herald pub- 
lished a group picture of the speakers at the 
Christian Citizenship banquet where Mrs. 
Fuller presided. Prof. Payson Wild of Har- 
vard and other distinguished speakers were 
on the program. Mildred gave an address on 
the relation of Missions and Social Service. 
This Alumna has recently been receiving con- 
gratulations on the unusually successful entree 
into the literary world of her younger son, 
Timothy Fuller, author of the popular mystery 
story published a short time ago in the "Atlantic 
Monthly" under the title, "Harvard Has A 

Richard Austin Winslow, our President and 
Mrs. Winslow's older son, has just passed his 
law examinations and been admitted to the 
Massachusetts Bar. Our congratulations to Mr. 
Winslow, who without interrupting his regular 
business interests has completed with high 
honor his law course. 

Lilian M. Douglass '07 is quick to respond 
to every opportunity to serve her Alma Mater. 
In a recent letter she writes of the proposed 
visit to New England of a friend, Mrs. Ethel 
Fulton a successful school organizer on the 
Pacific coast. Mrs. Fulton has expressed a de- 



sire to see our college. Lasell Junior College is 
awaiting with pleasure her coming. It is possible 
that Lela Goodall Thornburg '05, who is still 
in Maine, may accompany this guest. In her 
letter Lilian refers to Edith Simonds Bennett's 
('04-05) recent bereavement in the passing 
away of her dear mother. Lilian, during the 
summer, made short excursions to the nearby 
mountain region and the ocean and this nature 
lover found in her travels relaxation and, in- 
spiration. She closes with : 

"My program for the winter is very full 
with interest in various activities the chief 
of which is the Young Women's Christian 
Association. I am president of the San Gabriel 
Valley Y. W. C. A. Many of my activities are 
of a philanthropic nature ; the need is now so 
great to help those less fortunate." 

Indeed we were glad to welcome home 
Gwendolyn McDonald Black 18-28, but some 
openly and all secretly wished that little Frank 
Bunting, 2d had accompanied his young mother. 
The visit of Gwendolyn naturally attracted 
back to the college one of her former Lasell 
chums Louise Thompson '29. Natalie Best 
26-30 came as a welcomed forerunner. 

Lasell 's office experts left such a fine report 
of the calls made at the college during the 
absence of the Personals Editor that said 
Editor is minded to edit these notes about as 
they were reported. 

Mary Fitch '34 was East with her family and 
brought a detailed account of Sunny Liebman 
Hirsch's ('34) wedding, at which she was 
maid-of-honor. Mary was graduated from the 
School of Journalism at Northwestern Univer- 
sity this June. Had been a recent guest of 
Mary Nassikas '34, Helen Parker '34 and Bar- 
bara Kerr '34. 

Julia Case '32 and Nancy Cowgill 29-30 
called early in August. Nancy was Julia's house- 
guest and this was her first visit East since she 
was a student at Lasell. Julia has been elected 
president of the Student Government at Con- 
necticut State College for the coming year, and 

in October was placed on the Executive Com- 
mittee of the Connecticut Valley Lasell Club. 

Mabel Deming 03-04 was also a summer 
caller at the college, and was entertained by 
our Assistant Dean, Mrs. McDonald. 

Katherine Kelley '11 returned in August, ac- 
companied by a friend. They received a cor- 
dial welcome from President Winslow ; visited 
the various dormitories, counting Carpenter 
Hall — Katherine's Senior house — without doubt 
the most important shrine. 

Alice Dunsmore Van Harlingen '78 and 
Alice Linscott Hall 78 returned to Lasell for 
their fiftieth anniversary. Their mental and 
physical vigor then enjoyed, gave promise of 
"years to come" of active work, but both 
have been called to higher service. The Leaves 
has already made record of Mrs. Van Harlin- 
gen's passing and early in July Mrs. Hall joined 
her classmate. Mrs. Hall had met with two 
serious accidents and the relief from her suf- 
fering must have been welcomed. In the pass- 
ing of Mrs. Hall, St. Louis has lost an esteemed 
citizen and Lasell one of her most brilliant and 
beloved Alumnae. 

Adelaide Case's ('33) appearance in and 
out of our office was all so sudden we barely 
had time to note that she looked radiantly hap- 
py. She reported a successful graduation 
from Bucknell. Adelaide was in Boston prim- 
arily to attend an International Oxford Group 
meeting at the Statler Hotel. We were very 
glad for even a glimpse of this Oxford delegate. 

Harriet Colwell Gallaher's ('35) call was 
even more brief than Adelaide's. But we ex- 
cused her when she confessed she was on her 
wedding journey and the fortunate groom was 
waiting impatiently at our Bragdon door. A 
bit late, we confess, but nevertheless our hearty 
congratulations are extended to Mr. and Mrs. 

A charming picture — a colorful group of 
Navajo blanket weavers — came to Lasell this 
fall from Albuquerque, N. M. Accompanying 
it, a word from Hester Shaw '28 declaring, "We 
are having a wonderful trip." Some time during 



each summer vacation, we are quite sure to 
receive a greeting from Hester and her family. 
We greatly appreciate their unfailing remem- 
brance ! 

This note from vivacious Dorothy Stevens 
Osborne 33-35 was written in Santa Barbara, 
California to our President. 

"First I must tell you that I am now mar- 
ried and applying my knowledge to the mys- 
teries of housekeeping. I have been married 
two months and find an adventure in every 

"This past year I was terribly homesick 
for Lasell. As you know, I almost returned 
but because of illness, was unable to do so. 
I shall always regret the fact that my last school 
year wasn't spent at Lasell." 

En route to her new Boston school home, 
Mary Ruth Sanford 35-36 and her mother, 
Irene Sauter Sanford '06, stopped at Lasell for 
a friendly visit. They both reported a happy 
summer at their camp in the foothills of the 

Lasell office-secretaries have recently gotten 
a valuable line on some of our temporarily 
"missing" Doves. Below is the result of their 
follow-up work : 

Margaret McClaren Rogers '32 of 1401 
Camden Avenue, Salisbury, Md. writes : "1 saw 
in the last Leaves that Jean Starkey McCarthy 
'29 was living here, but I have tried in vain to 
locate her." Our office is now able to answer 
that question : Mrs. McCarthy's address is 319 
Light Street, Salisbury. 

Eloise Smith Riley's ('26) present address 
is Box 322, Cornwall-on-the-Hudson, New 
York. She adds: "Enjoyed very much talking 
with old friends and seeing familiar places at 
1926's Tenth Reunion at Lasell last June." 

Betsey Swift Coyle '33, who was a June 
bride, sends word that their honeymoon was 
spent in Mississippi and on the Gulf. Her 
new address is 1553 West 93d Street, Chicago. 

Rachel DeWolfe Herzig '32, also a June 
bride, is now living at 6 Autumn Street, Bos- 
ton. Barbara Hunt, her classmate, was one of 

Rachel's bridesmaids. Mrs. Herzig added a 
friendly greeting which was much appreciated. 

Helen Cummings Woodworth 22-23 is living 
in Old Bennington, Vermont, where her hus- 
band is serving as head of the Biology Depart- 
ment at Bennington College. Helen has two 
lovable sons. We are indebted to her mother 
for this valuable and intimate news item. 

Katharine Jenckes Knox's ('04) address is 
of necessity a shifting one as her husband, a 
dental surgeon is assigned to a Navy Hospital 
ship. She is at present at 3839 Bluff Place, San 
Pedro, California. Katharine enclosed a notice 
from a Portland (Ore.) paper announcing the 
death of M. C. B. Baker husband of Helen 
Danforth Baker '01 -'03. The editor refers to 
Mr. Baker as "a citizen of many virtues and a 
friend whom it was always a delight to meet." 

Edith Downey (Lasell '32; Beaver College, 
A.B. '36) is soon to enroll at Yale College to 
take up a pre-medical course. We appreciated 
her recent call, and were glad but not sur- 
prised to find much added learning elsewhere 
had not lessened her love for Lasell. 

Catherine Laffin 35-36: Thank you for 
your written word. You are bound to like your 
state of Maine college when you become ac- 
customed to its regime. We are making a note 
of your promised visit to Lasell. 

Dorothy Barnes Paine '18 of Pratt, Kansas, 
and her husband after a "glorious trip" through 
Canada and Nova Scotia climaxed their journey 
at Lasell. The day of their arrival was one 
of those autumn days which Woodsworth des- 
cribes as "worth a month of common days". 
Nature was radiant and our Kansas visitors in 
full accord with the season. This was Mr. 
Paine's first visit to Lasell, but he declared 
having been for years a constant reader of the 
Lasell Leaves, he at once felt at home. Doro- 
thy is looking forward to the 20th Reunion of 
her class. We trust the classmates will share in 
her enthusiasm. 

Lasell's congratulations to Dr. John J. Poutas 
of Newton, husband of our Mary Whalen '26, 
who has recently been appointed state health 



-officer for the Connecticut valley district. Dr. 
Poutas who is comparatively young, has been 
highly commended for his work in tracing the 
sources and carriers of typhoid fever. 

We are indebted to the Peoria 111., Journal, 
for this item just received : "Mrs. Ann Cun- 
ningham Rickard (Lasell 09-10) of Pekin, 
daughter of Mrs. Ella Cunningham, and sister 
to Atty. Walter G. Cuningham, has received 
notice of her election as state chairman of the 
department of public welfare of the Illinois 
Eederation of Women's clubs. She is being 
congratulated for this is a coveted position in 
the state organization. 

Many Carpenter Hall students of former 
years will be saddened to learn that their 
faithful friend and housemother Mrs. Joy, has 
been "called home". This gentle soul was 
well fitted for her high position. 

The girls of 1911 and 1912 will well remember 
Margaret Williams now Mrs. Ormrod Titus 
of Binghamton, New York. She gave us a 
happy surprise in August by calling at Lasell. 
Our greeting to her was : "Margaret do you 
still sing?" We were glad to learn that twenty- 
four years have not wholly interrupted her 
music career. Her little daughter Jane is twelve 
years old, and her husband is vice-president of 
the New York State Gas and Electric Corp. 
Margaret, now that you have found your way 
back to Lasell, please do not allow twenty-four 
years to elapse before your next visit. 

To our joy "Pinkey" Puckett Neill '23, ac- 
companied by her husband, sister-in-law and 
seven-year old daughter Beverly, called at 
Lasell in August. President and Mrs. Win- 
slow and Mrs. McDonald met these guests 
and have little Beverly's word that she will 
later enroll at Lasell. The little daughter is an 
exact replica of her mother in coloring and 
vivacity. Louise referred with pride to their 
Buffalo Lasell Club. 

We will not spoil Betty VanCleve Giersch's 
('26) recent letter by attempting to re-edit it, 
but share a bit of the message as 'twas received : 

"From June to October is a pretty big 'jump', 
but I seem to find myself employing the 'stag- 

ger system' to everything during the summer. 
However, I've thought many times of the short 
but splendid visit we had during my reunion 
days at Lasell in June. It was a record-break- 
ing hot, summer which made me so negligent! 
Even in face of such bad conduct, I still find 
myself 'bound firm by a bond unbroken' to 

"My trip last June was fun, but almost too 
hurried for comfort. After leaving Boston, I 
went back to New Jersey to visit friends and 
relatives, and then returned to Charlotte, N. C. 
After being away but ten days, was quite crush- 
ed when my 18 months old son didn't recognize 
me. (My maid ventured to suggest it was 
my ridiculous hat that puzzled him!) In a 
few hours, though, he was running about the 
apartment calling my name which meant that 
everything turns out all right 'in time'. 

"The news of my class reunion has travelled 
to France and back as you will see by the en- 
closed bit of a letter. I wrote my 'French girl' 
(whom I have never seen but with whom I 
have been corresponding since my junior year 
in high school) about my return to Lasell and 
mentioned seeing Mile. LeRoyer. As well as 
I can translate, I believe she may have met 
Mile, or perhaps a relative of hers. Thought 
Mile, might be interested, so enclosed this 
much of the letter (the baby having chewed 
up the other part)." 

Betty closes with greetings to her friends 
at Lasell, and "the best to the school for a good 

One of the delightful privileges of the 
Personals Editor is the repeated opportunity 
of welcoming to Lasell her newest Guard. The 
roster of these little ones follows : 

July 11: A son to Mr. and Mrs. E. Sibal 
(Marie Janota '26). 

August 8: A son, Thomas Eugene, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Ralph Silverwood (Kaye Moore '26). 

August 15: A daughter, Judith Hutton, to 
Mr. and Mrs. Kermit Moore (Alice Hutton 

, 33). 

August 22 : A son, Joseph Brown, to Mr. and 
Mrs. William Weber (Marian Brown '22). 



Sept. 4 : A daughter, Sally Anne, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Douglas R. G. Williams (Sylvia Morgan 

Sept. 11 : A daughter, Janet Neal, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Arthur Parmenter (Ruth Shepard 

Sept. 26: A son, Robert Edward, Jr. to Mr. 
and Mrs. Robert Fatherley (Emeline Walker 

Sept. 28: A daughter, Deborah, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Earl W. Farnum, Jr. (Marion Kingdon 

Sept. 30: A son, Robert Arnold, to Mr. and 
Mrs. Carl Swenson (Phyllis Jensen '30). 

Oct. 16: A daughter, Sharon Louise, to Mr. 
and Mrs. H. P. Yarnell (Mary Morgan '31). 

Among the early September callers were a 
delegation from New Jersey led by Alice Oliver 
Harrington 20-21. Mrs. Harrington's son, 
daughter and four friends were in the group. It 
is always a joy to Lasell when our "old girls" 
evidence their loyalty by returning to the col- 
lege, and especially when accompanied by such 
an appreciative escort. 

Betty Cook '34: how frank and friendly is 
your note to Mrs. Hooker, and how commend- 
able your sister Louise's ('34) ambition in ad- 
ding to her work by day an advanced course 
in the night school. The fact that you "like 
your work immensely" implies you are making 
good. We will not fail to tell Dr. Winslow 
of your sincere appreciation of his practical 

Gertrude May Goss 97-98 of Auburn, Maine, 
was attending the summer music school at 
Lasell this year. She was graduated from A. 
I. N. M. in 1929, and was supervisor of Music 
for four years in Maine. We have just learned 
of the recent passing away of Mrs. Goss' 
husband. Lasell's sincerest sympathy is ex- 
tended to this bereaved former student. 

Dear Anna Marbold Wernsing 79-80 : Long 
silence on our part did not deserve your good 
letter. Your enthusiasm over the Leaves is 
appreciated. Notwithstanding your physical 
disabilities, I notice your enjoyment is still keen 
for fine literature. Thank you especially for 

your inspiring closing lines from Wordsworth. 
We have Senora Orozco's written word that 
her summer with her family in Mexico City was 
a peaceful and wonderful experience. Through 
snapshots and Senora's word pictures the dear 
daughter, Maria Orozco Cobb 17-18, and the 
little grandsons, John and George seem to 
us nearer and dearer than ever. 

Virginia Johnston Loud '36 and Hildegarde 
Baxter 'Z6 were not so travel-worn but that 
they took time right in the midst of their Euro- 
pean journeying to send messages to the Per- 
sonals Editor. Their greeting left the reci- 
pient grateful and stirred with fresh longing 
to revisit those high points in Switzerland 
which so captivated these Lasell travelers. 

We are indebted to Miss Mary Williams 
for this latest word from Selma Amdur '36: 
"I am now a full-fledged member of the In- 
stitute of Musical Art in New York City. 
Am working hard and enjoying it, but miss 
The Glee Club and dear friends at Lasell." 

Miss Williams adds : "We are waiting eagerly 
for the time to come when Selma will make 
her radio debut. We miss her and her lovely 
soprano voice." 

A new member of our faculty, Miss Grace 
Watkins of Dublin Georgia, claims a dis- 
tant relationship with our Emily Crump '29. 
Upon this announcement we placed our 
Georgian delegate at once in a warm corner 
of our affections. 

There were times when our graduates were 
satisfied to include in their summer itinerary 
Cape Cod and possibly some near mountain 
range, but with sporting roadsters and fast- 
flying planes at their disposal the ends of the 
earth alone seem to be the limit of their ob- 
jective. At least so felt Caroline Smith '35. 
Here is what she has to say about her "big Ad- 
venture". Caroline writes from Berkeley, Cali- 
fornia : 

"Think of it! Here I am in California for 
the whole summer. My roommate, who lives 
here, bought a new car and we drove out. The 
trip itself was a marvelous experience. We 
missed nothing en route and spent over a day in 



both Chicago and the Black Hills, and two days 
in Yellowstone National Park. While in Chi- 
cago, I talked with Frances McNulty 34-35, 
and she told me about her visit to Lasell in June. 

"Since our arrival, I have taken in every- 
thing from the Great Redwood forest to China- 
town, San Francisco and its fascinating stores 
and theatres. 

"This last year has been one of the grandest 
and most exciting years I have ever known. In 
the fall I entered the Bishop-Lee Dramatic 
School, Mount Vernon Street, Boston. The 
work proved to be more interesting than I 
had dreamed. Miss Martin's instructions at La- 
sell were very helpful many times. Last winter I 
taught a class at the Elizabeth Peabody Settle- 
ment House in Boston, and it was a grand 

"Please remember me to everyone at Lasell, 
and the very best of good wishes for our Dean 

From Mary Goodwillie Townsend '12 came 
the sad announcement of the recent passing 
away in an automobile accident of Dr. Howard 
L. Beye of Iowa City, husband of our Ruth 
Ketcham Beye '13. Dr. Beye was acknowledged 
one of the mid-west's most prominent surgeons 
and for the past few years has been head of the 
surgical department of the University of Iowa. 
Lasell unites with many friends in extending 
tender sympathy to this bereaved graduate and 
her family. 

We might easily have dated Mary Alice 
Timmins Moulthrop '35 instead of '28, time 
having left no sign of passing years on the face 
of this little Alumna. We were pleased to 
welcome her husband, and also to hear all 
about their recent visit with Helen Head Mac- 
Farland '28, Mary Alice's Lasell roommate. 

On one of our opening days Helen Carter 
Johnson '07 of Chicago dropped in as casually 
as though she were still a near neighbor, and 
to our added pleasure brought with her two of 
her most friendly aunts. They had enjoyed 
an inspiring trip through the Northwest, and 
made Lasell one of their last stopping places 
before they took their westward way. 

The following item which appeared in the 
Brockton press earlier in the year just reached 
the Personals Editor of the Leaves. We hasten 
to share it with the Lasell college associates 
of our Edith Burke Wells 02-03. Atty. H. G. 
Wells former member of the department of 
public utilities, has been selected for an im- 
portant position in South America ; his head- 
quarters are to be in Rio De Janiero. Mr. 
Wells was formerly president of the Massachu- 
setts State Senate, and for twelve years a mem- 
ber of the public utilities commission. Mrs. 
Wells plans to spend her winter, as usual, at 
Melbourne Beach, Florida, near the home of 
Florence Grout Hale 02-03 but as a holiday 
jaunt expects to fly shortly after Christmas 
from Miami to Rio. There she will join her 
husband for a brief visit. Her summer's itin- 
erary in Maine included visits with Eleanor 
Percy 02-03 Helen Gray 02-05, and Julia Crafts 
Sheridan '10. Lasell's congratulations to Mr. 
Wells and our Alumna, Edith Burke Wells. 

On a crisp October morning Margaret Page 
'36 flashed into sight at stream-line tempo, but 
"slowed up" long enough to extend to us a 
friendly greeting and to assure us that her 
home state, Maine, is largely Republican- 

Long ago we questioned if there were any 
new educational lines left for Helen Conger 
'21 to conquer. But now comes a recent request 
from her for a transcript of her Lasell work 
as she is planning later to enter the Medical 
School at the University of Michigan, specializ- 
ing in education and public health. 

When Frances Hunter 15-16 of Kankakee, 
Illinois, accompanied by her mother, returned 
to Lasell last August, we found it difficult to 
believe that twenty years had elapsed since 
this charming young woman, our former May 
Queen, had left our college. She was thrilled 
with everything, and asked especially for her 
former corridor teachers, Mile. LeRoyer and 
also Miss Goodrich. 

We have a well-founded suspicion that we 
are indebted to M. Mac '32, newly appointed 


head of the Woodland office for the following enrolled at the Boston School of Handicraft and 

concise and valuable news summary : Occupational Therapy, and Helen Condon has 

The Alumnae of the office staff, viz. Helen a position as private secretary. 
Beede '21, Lillian Bethel '28, Celia Kinsley One of Lasell's pre-opening callers was 
'34 and Marjorie MacClymon '32, were literally Marion Inglis '31 of Bridgeport, Conn. Marion, 
swept off their feet when a '36 Reunion over- how do you manage it? To look, if anything, 
took them one September afternoon in Bos- younger than when at Lasell? Possibly be- 
ton. The last year's Seniors had met for cause you have been and still are a "lady of 
luncheon and a get-together before the college leisure" — a living proof in part that "home- 
sessions and business duties separated them keeping hearts are happiest", 
for another year. We were sorry that Mary A beautiful picture of snow-bound Mount 
Elton had left the party before our chance Hood has just been received. Under the pic- 
meeting. Mary had been working in Brain- ture this title : "Out Where the West Begins." 
tree during the summer and was leaving shortly On the same card, this message from Miss Grace 
for Florida. Peg Pearl was planning to at- Austin and Mile. Idette Meier: "We are hav- 
tend Virginia Johnston's wedding (Sept. 19) ing a wonderful trip on the Hood Loop High- 
and then on to Ann Arbor, where she will be way". Those of us who have been over Ore- 
a Junior at the University of Michigan. Mar- gon's royal roads realize the inspiration which 
jorie Bassett and Audrey Smith are living to- they enjoyed. We are pleased to receive greet- 
gether and working in Boston ; Marjorie ings from these former members of the Lasell 
promised to see us often as her sister Betsey staff. 

is a Junior at Lasell. Audrey gave a grand The Department of Publicity at Tufts College 

description of Esther Magnuson's wedding, at has furnished this bit of news : Catherine Bir- 

which she and Alethea Marder 34-35 were mingham (Lasell 35-36) has been elected 

bridesmaids. Marjorie Reed is doing secre- temporary freshman treasurer at Jackson Col- 

tarial work in a Reading bank ; Helen Saul and lege. Our congratulations to you, Catherine. 

Marjorie Andrews are also making very pract- Marjorie Stuart '36 and Marjorie James 

ical use of their secretarial training. Martha 33-36 were recent callers at the college. Mar- 

Sweetnam is hoping to join the ranks of the jorie S. is serving in a business office in Lyn- 

"working" graduates, and Natalie Hutchinson donville, Vermont and Marjorie J. is attend- 

has a position in New York City. Blanche ing Miss Pierce's Secretarial School in Bos- 

Bourke is to study art in one of the Boston ton. 

schools, and Betty Harrington '37 will be the These members of our student body have 

representative at Lasell for this group. It was been bereaved recently by the loss of those 

fun to see you all, and we wish you were w ho are nearest and dearest to them. Helen 

returning to Lasell this year for a P. G. course. Pappas's father passed away this fall ; Patricia 

Here is another group of our 1936 graduates Gilbert's dear mother ; and Mr. F. Scott Wood- 

who have promptly set their heads and hands ruff, uncle of Frances Woodruff. During the 

to further serious service. We congratulate summer we learned of the death of Helen Hope 

them. Virginia Hall is continuing her art Sangree 82-84, Carolyn Lawton Trimble 10-13. 

work at the Chamberlayne Art School in Boston, and Dorothy Atwood 33-35 ; also the passing 

while Margery Gibby is specializing in secre- away of Natalie North's ('34) father. Lasell 

tarial work at the Katherine Gibbs School, is holding these college mates and their bereaved 

Ruth Keyes is a secretary at the Curry School families in tender remembrance, 

of United Business Service, and Elizabeth Ken- Ruth Kinsley 30-32, Ada May Bartlett '34 

ney is doing secretarial work at the Howe Asso- and Gene Swift Lawrence 20-22 stopped at 

dates, Newton Centre. Ethel Stroud is now Lasell just long enough for a handshake and 



"all goes well" messages. We are grateful 
for this good even though brief call and report. 

Helane Jones Pressel '32 called primarily to 
n.eet her Lasell chum, Elinor Packard 29-30, 
now a member of our faculty, but failing to locate 
her at once made a friendly detour in favor of 
the Personals Editor. It is always heyday with 
this efficient graduate. Her new Detroit home 
and outside social interests furnished her with a 
full program. 

Lillian Bethel '28 and Marjorie MacClymon 
'32 took their fishing trip together this past 
summer. They had "a perfectly splendid time", 
but if the truth be told, much of their sport con- 
sisted in furnishing bait for the real fishermen, 
— a most unselfish service. Nevertheless, on 
the whole, they made out an awfully good fish 
story. Seriously speaking the "days off" pro- 
vided a delightful vacation for these youthful 
Lasell officials. 

Lasell has a new name for Lydia Barnes '35, 
"Lady Loyal". Exacting work in her art 
school, and home and social claims fail to in- 
terrupt her personal devotion to her Alma 

While visiting in Evanston, the Personals 
Editor found that on that very day Janet Price 
'33 was on her way to New England, intending 
to call at Lasell Junior College. Fortunately, 
our Editor arrived at Lasell in time to welcome 
Janet and her grandparents. Janet's enthusiasm 
over her Alma Mater is certainly contagious." 
She always leaves us with the feeling that L. J. 
C. is "just the best ever". 

After a brief and breezy interview with 
Bertha Libby Welles 06-07 and her Wellesley 
College daughter and remembering her bent 
for music and poetry, we exacted from her a 
sort of promissory note. In fulfillment of this 
note, we received the following message from 
her Cape Cod summer home which bears the 
suggested name of "Bayberry Shingles" : 

"Just a line to let you know that on the 
Wednesday broadcast the Marine Band is 
playing 'Marching On', which I wrote at the 
time of Sousa's death. A few years ago I 
received a prize for the best American Legion 

Marching Song for Connecticut — it is in The 
American Legionnaire Song Book. Otherwise, 
have not accomplished anything in a public, 
publishing or radio way. Will send you a few of 
my poems and a songbook of Cheerup Songs 
under separate cover. Kind remembrances to 
Dr. Winslow." 

We are grateful and also hopeful of receiving 
added contributions from this gifted former 

The unexpected appearance in our midst of 
Trithena McFarland 35-36 excited glad sur- 
prise and turned into down-right satisfaction 
when we learned she had become a permanent 
member of the office staff. Lasell's heartiest 
welcome-home to "Tri". 

To our surprise and pleasure Mildred Chap- 
man Clements '28 and her husband called in 
September. These young parents left their two 
little sons in the safe keeping of relatives in 
the Evanston home while they toured New Eng- 
land. If these dear visitors experienced half 
the joy which their coming gave to us, they 
will report at Lasell more often. 

Eleanor Idler '31 : you certainly gave us a 
happy surprise when appearing in our office and 
carrying in your arms a winsome little "Dove". 
But we soon discovered in the background 
your classmate Virginia Riley Richardson, who 
promptly claimed the kidnapped baby. These 
graduates could not accept Lasell's hospitality, 
but Eleanor did tarry long enough to tell us of 
the successful completion of her college course, 
receiving B. S. and M. A. degrees. 

Bertha Root '33 is still employed on the staff 
of R. PI. Steam's one of Boston's leading de- 
partment firms. Our recent glimpse of her at 
her post convinced us that she is still both suc- 
cessful and happy. 

We were pleased to find, Nan Pagin Page 
'27, that your high collegiate honors, devoted 
husband and the love of your little son have 
not lessened your loyalty to Lasell. It was a 
joy to welcome you again to your New England 
college home. 

Bettina Potter Janse '34 was escorted on 
her last visit to Lasell by her little son. The 



students who are acquainted with the family 
declared this little boy is the exact image of 
his father. Bettina's son has the distinction of 
being the 1934 Class Baby. 

Miss Marguerite Winegar, daughter of Ger- 
trude Early Winegar 84-85, called to look 
through her mother's school home. We were 
glad to welcome this Detroit visitor. 

The latest evangelistic call of Lasell's "sing- 
ing deaconess", Mae Chisholm Brown 03-04, 
is with the Spanish American Institute at Gar- 
dena, California. In a letter just received she 
writes : 

"Every Wednesday evening I have the great 
privilege of leading some sixty Mexican boys 
in Bible study. Many of these lads were without 
worthy background from which to work ; 
however, one is cheered in unexpected places. 

"One night we illustrated the thought of 
God's plan for each of us by showing a hand 
full of tangled threads, and a beautifully pat- 
terned fabric : One of the younger boys, who 
has thirty thousand muscles to wiggle with and 
not one (in use) to keep still with, said to his 
house-mother, 'Mrs. Wright, you know I've 
been thinking about what Mrs. Brown said, and 
I don't want my life to be a tangled mess like 
those threads. I want it to be a beautiful pat- 

"The Institute — the only home school for 
Mexican boys on our coast — has no support 
for a Bible teacher. My husband and I thought 
it a real challenge for missionaries, so accepted 
the task on faith. Do give it a place in your 
heart and prayers — especially Wednesday." 

It is quite possible that some Lasell girl living 
on the Pacific coast, within reach of Mrs. Brown 
may care to assist in the work of this new and 
needy missionary venture. 

A message from Mosetta Stafford Vaughn 
'86 just received contained the sad announce- 
ment of the recent death of Princesse Aymon 
de Faucigny Lucinge the former Carrie 
Foster '87. Lasell Junior College unites with 
many friends in extending sincere sympathy to 
the bereaved family. 

We are indebted to a New York Clipping 

Bureau which has furnished us with these re- 
ports of two Lasell Club meetings. 


Dorothy E. Kierstead '28 was elected cor- 
responding secretary of the Worcester County 
Lasell Club at the first fall meeting held in the 
Hotel Bancroft on October 17. Dorothy Inett 
'30 presided at the business meeting, which was 
followed by a tea. Pourers were Dorothy Kier- 
stead and Myra Page Haven '29. 

Eleanor Ramsdell '35 was appointed chairman 
of a theater party project. Her assistants are 
Villa Magune McSheehey '35, Frances Wright 
14-15, Gladys Kennedy '27, and Dorothy Paine 

The club will meet on Saturday afternoon, 
Nov. 21, at the Hotel Bancroft. 


The fall meeting of the New Haven Lasell was 
held on Monday evening, October 19, at the 
home of Margaret Fuller Manchester '06. 
Election of officers took place, the slate being 
presented by a nominating committee which 
comprised Mildred Munson '32, chairman; 
Ruth Tolman 18-19, and Helen Kowaleski 
Hamilton '28. Gertrude Moeller '26 presided 
at the meeting. 


The St. Johnsbury Lasell Club held its an- 
nual reunion at the Barre Country Club, Barre, 
Vermont on August 26th. 

It has been our custom for the last two years 
to have our meetings in August ; this has worked 
well and we have been able to have Dr. and 
Mrs. Winslow with us, also Mrs. Hooker, who 
spends her vacation in Vermont. 

There were sixteen present including Dr. 
and Mrs. Winslow, Mrs. Hooker, Miriam Daley 
Taylor '22, Josephine Laughton '28, Beulah 
Fletcher '31, Katherine Fitch Chesley '30, Isa- 
belle Whitcomb Jackson '23, and guest; Vir- 
ginia Cleasby '31, Dorris Cleasby '27, Eleanor 
R. Dorman 26-28, Marguerite Mooney '36, 
Frances Austin '37, Elizabeth Madeira Camp- 
bell '22, Betty Morley '38, and Arlene Wishart 



After a delicious luncheon a brief business 
meeting was held, presided over by Elizabeth 
Madeira Campbell. The Nominating Com- 
mittee submitted the names of the following 
officers for the ensuing year : President Vir- 
ginia A. Cleasby ; Vice President, Dorris Cleas- 
by; and Secretary-Treasurer, Eleanor R. Dor- 
man 26-28. 

It was also decided to change the place of the 
next meeting to Willoughvale Farms, Lake 
Willoughby; the date to be decided by the 
officers. After the business meeting we en- 
joyed interesting news of the college in the 
form of pictures and a short talk by Dr. Win- 

The Club hopes next year our change of 
meeting place will secure a larger attendance. 
Club members, let us make an enthusiastic 
effort to be present at the 1937 meeting! 

Eleanor R. Dorman, Secretary. 


The Portland Lasell Club held its annual 
meeting at the Columbia Hotel, Friday, Sep- 
tember 11 1936. We were honored to have 
Miss Potter, Dean Emerita of Lasell Junior 
College, with us for the afternoon. 

Following the one o'clock luncheon, Miss 
Potter told us of the changes that had taken 
place and answered our many inquiries about the 
faculty members and school life at the present 
time. At the close of Miss Potter's informal 
talk the business meeting was held. 

The following officers were elected for 1936- 
37; President, Lorraine Lombard '31; Vice 
President, Marjorie Lovering Harris '22; Sec- 
retary, Gertrude Hooper '32 ; and treasurer, 
Janet Kennedy 30-32. 

Mrs. Caroline Lindsay Haney '20 told us 
of plans for a study group to meet once a month 
throughout the winter. This club, made up of 
Portland Lasell Club members, will be under the 
Maine Federation of Women's Clubs. We were 
pleased to have Ruth McLean and her mother 
with us for luncheon. Ruth is a junior at Lasell 
this year. 

Before adjourning we sang school songs 

and closed with the Alma Mater, once again 
pledging our loyalty with the closing line, 
"We'll ever faithful be". 

Those present were : Barbara Turner Green- 
wood 27-28, Barbara Potter 35-36, Mary Foss 
'28, Lorraine Lombard '31, Katherine C. Tufts 
16-19, Mildred Knight Norwood '21, Helen 
Fitch Foley '32, Mary Hill Davis '33, Edna 
Goodrich 31-32, Janet Kennedy 30-32, Ruth 
Peterson Eaton 30-31, Flora Harrison Clifford 
15-16, Caroline Lindsay Haney '20, Marjorie 
Lovering Harris '22, Constance Chase '29, 
Marion Simpson '29, Louise Stevens Prince 
'22, Pauline Pulsifer Bauer '27, Frances Mann 
Knight '29, Virginia Congdon '37, Elzada Bailey 
Penney 13-14, and Emma Jane Bailey Welt 

Respectfully submitted, 
Gertrude L. Hooper, Secretary. 


A delightful autumn day added to the pleasure 
of the Lasell girls on October 5 as they gathered 
in the spacious and charming living-room of 
the Broad Street Y. W. C. A. in Hartford for 
their thirtieth annual meeting. For more than 
a half hour, "white doves" cooed as old pals 
were united and new girls were welcomed. 

Then away we went to the girls' dining- 
room which opens out upon a picturesque ter- 
race, and there forty-one Lasell girls with their 
guests enjoyed — in the midst of a joyful babble 
unequalled only in the Lasell dining-room — a 
delicious luncheon the arrangements for which 
were made by Clara McLean Rowley '02, Har- 
riette Case Bidwell "22, Maebelle Hamlin 
Barby 15-16 as Vice President, and Sarah 
Dyer Darling 00-01 as President. The room 
and the tables were made gay with garden flow- 
ers, and on the tables were, among other inter- 
esting pieces, white nut cups with saucy blue 

President Darling greeted the Lasell family 
and then called for the report of the Secretary 
which was accepted as was the report of the 
Treasurer, Lillian G. Grant '20. 

Laura Hale Gorton '16, acting for the Honor 


Roll Committee, reported the deaths of two of leave before we had the pleasure of hearing 
our members since our last meeting, Jessie W. from her. We were most fortunate in having 
Hayden 82-85 and Frances Hartman New- with us both Dr. and Mrs. Winslow. Mrs. 
field 05-06. President Darling called for a Winslow brought to us intimate messages and 
moment of silent tribute to these our former glimpses of Lasell, and we were delighted to 
associates. hear that there are about forty Connecticut 
It was voted that hereafter the Connecticut girls registered as students this year. Through 
Valley Club Scholarship (which was created Mrs. Winslow, Miss Potter sent her "love and 
by vote of the club on October 5, 1935 ) be sent best luck" to the Connecticut Valley Lasell 
directly to the Treasurer of the Lasell Alumnae, Club which in turn, sent her a telegram. 
Inc. for recording, and that the money then be We were especially grateful to Dr. Winslow 
forwarded by her to the Chairman of the Schol- for a most interesting and enlightening talk 
arship Committee of Lasell Alumnae, Inc. (for concerning some of Lasell's present economic 
use as set forth in the vote above referred to.) problems as well as some of its hopes and plans 
The President then read a letter from Lillian for the future, and when he told us Lasell has 
G. Grant '20 resigning from her duties as Sec- the largest enrollment ever, our joy was simply 
retary-Treasurer of the Connecticut Valley unbounded. He fully explained why it has 
Lasell Club, an office which she had held for been impossible to start new buildings even 
ten years, having been elected in October 1926. though Lasell as well as all Lasell girls are 
Upon motion made by Laura Hale Gorton '16, anxious to be up and at it. He closed his ad- 
it was voted to accept her resignation with regret dress with these words : "We shall go ahead 
and sincere appreciation for the great assistance and gradually make improvements until we get 
which she had given to the club and she was solidly on our feet and, with debts paid, feel 
presented with a corsage of gardenias. conscience free to use money and improve 

President Darling requested the report of the the building situation." 
Nominating Committee which was read by The following members of the Lasell family 
Freda Griffin Leining, '20 and upon vote of the were present : Dr. and Mrs. Winslow, Phyllis 
Club the following officers were elected for Rafferty Shoemaker '22, Helen Perry '24, 
1936-37: Ruth Hopkins Spooner '23, Evelina E. Perkins 
President, Cornelia Hemingway Killam '22; '15, Sarah Dyer Darling 00-01, Maebelle Ham- 
Vice President, Emma White Welles 90-93; lin Barby 15-16, Cornelia Hemingway Killam 
Secretary-Treasurer, Helen M. Wahlquist '25. '22, Marion Griffin Wolcott '16, Susan E. 
Executive Committee: Chairman Maebelle Tiffany '15, Helen Merriam Cornell 02-03, 
Hamlin Barby 15-16, Miriam Abbe '31, Julia Helen Johnson Olow '21, Barbara Hillard '22, 
Case '32. Mrs. Alice Hillard Corbin, Helen M. Saunders 
Nominating Committee : Chairman Alice Hill- '17, Helen M. Wahlquist '25, Clara McLean 
ard Corbin (Faculty 12-22), Dorothy Merwin Rowley '02, Laura Hale Gorton '16, Barbara L. 
Brown '23, Carolyn Colton Avery '23. Stanley '32, Harriette Case Bidwell '22, Mar- 
Honor Roll Committee : Chairman Mary jorie Watkins Lucey '08, Janice Remig '36, 
Goodwin Olmsted '03. Mary Goodwin Olmsted '03, Edith Downey '34, 
Publicity Chairman, Barbara L. Stanley '32. Selma E. Swanson '35, Emma White Welles 
Our several guests were then called upon to 92-93, Florence Skinner Anderson 13-14, Freda 
speak and we were delighted to have greetings Griffin Leining '20, Grace Conklin Bevin 84-85, 
from Ruth Hopkins Spooner '23, President of Maude Hayden Keeney '16, Dorothy Merwin 
the New York Lasell Club; Phyllis Rafferty Brown '23, Mary Godard Hadley 21-23, Dotha 
Shoemaker '22, President of the Lasell Alum- Warner Jope '31, Jean Ayr Baker '29, Iverna 
nae ; and Helen Perry '24, Vice President of Birdsall '22, Agatha Canfield '31, Mrs. Gertrude 
the Lasell Alumnae. Evelina E. Perkins '15, Thompson (mother of Mary Elizabeth '38), and 
Assistant Treasurer of the Alumnae had to Lillian G. Grant '20. 





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To Constance Ella Blackstock, Class of 1909, 

Champion Globetrotter from 

"Greenland's ley Mountain 

to India's Coral Strand," 

This Travel Issue is Dedicated 

With the Hope That All Her Roads 

Will Lead, Not "to Rome'' 

But to Lasell. 



29th December, 1936 
My Dear Countessa, 

Your letter which came buzzing through the 
air over Europe and Mesopotamia should have 
been answered long ago. But I truly have 
little time while school is in session to settle 
down to anything like a letter to the Leaves. 

It made me quite homesick to see a Bureau 
party announced for the summer and myself 
not a part of it. However, I'm glad I shall be 
in on the tail end of it, and do hope that there 
will be a large group of Lasell girls going. 
I'm sure that the result of the elections, though 
not popular at Lasell, means better times. One 
can say such things safely at this great dis- 
tance. I mightn't be as valorous nearer by. At 
any rate, if one could only convince people 
who can afford it that travel to Europe for 
the educated person anywhere in the world 
has become a necessity, it would be better for 
the world. Parties are organized in India 
for the same thing. Europe is the centre of 
world attention, and changes are taking place 
there that can't help but affect us all. It's 
almost like being a witness to the same sort 
of change that took place in the Middle Ages. 
In another two hundred years America will 
probably have the same focus of attention. 
But I mustn't get started on Europe. 

I wonder if you'd like to hear about my 
daily life. It seems very ordinary routine to 
me, but perhaps that will break the ice, of 
which you must have plenty, and we none. 
This is our best season, more like autumn and 
early spring in America. Our gardens are 
lovely, and by next month the annuals will be 
in full bloom. The garden is also a part of my 

job and has been a great delight; but as any- 
one knows who has done it, it occupies a great 
deal of time and attention. In October I used 
to be up by 6:45 and working in the garden, 
as that was seed-planting time. I also put 
out some new roses although we have an insect 
pest — the white ant — which is very destruc- 
tive to them. I watch them like a hawk, and 
use insecticides constantly. They are just be- 
ginning to reward me for the care given. 

You would also enjoy the sight of our poin- 
settias, which have been in their full glory for 
a month or more. We have an inner hedge 
of them and against the background of the 
outer green hedge they are quite beautiful. 
Of course, those who know Florida would find 
familiar things in our garden. We have some 
lovely eucalyptus and gold mohur (Hawaiian 
flame of the forest) trees and jasmine and all 
the other tropical shrubs and trees as well as the 
flowers of the west. 

I have charge of a Christian girls' school 
which has a Normal School attached. We have 
a large enrollment of Hindus and Mohamme- 
dans as day scholars, and I myself have a spe- 
cial English class for a group of youngsters 
who are rich Hindus and Moslems in the com- 
munity. They are adorable but I'm afraid 
quite as unambitious as children anywhere in 
the world. Why is it that it is the poor, whose 
opportunities for education are so limited, who 
are always anxious to learn? I suppose the 
answer is quite obvious, for it is in line with 
human nature. 

I tried to teach these youngsters to sing 
nursery rhymes so they performed at a con- 
cert which was got up by a lady and which 
their parents were to attend. I told her they 
were quite timeless and unreliable but she in- 
sisted. However, it turned out quite happily as 
they looked sweet, and being a bit stage-struck 
the male members of the chorus behaved better 
than I had expected, as they are unusually 
mischievous and naving received far more ap- 
plause than they deserved, they gathered mo- 
mentum and made a great hit and my stock as 
their instructor went up quite considerably. I 


take a few other English classes and the Train- 
ing class in Scripture. 

This has been most interesting as we have 
two Mohammedan girls in the class. By gov- 
ernment regulation they do not have to attend 
but they not only do but participate. I have 
tried to take up an elementary study in com- 
parative religions and was fortunate enough 
to secure the services of an Indian Church of 
England minister, who is a Brahmin convert 
and who was born and brought up in the Fiji 
Islands where there's a large Indian community. 
He therefore has a much broader viewpoint 
than he would had he been brought up in India. 
His father was a large landowner and had his 
own private temple, so Mr. Misra knows Hin- 
duism well as he was much interested in re- 
ligious philosophy. So, he gave us a weekly 
lecture on the many sects in Hinduism. It 
proved quite fascinating to me, and I know the 
girls enjoyed it too. Like Professor Hocking 
of Harvard he presented each most sympathe- 
tically, pointing out the best features as well 
as the deficiencies. 

Besides school duties our social life, although 
very simple from the point of view of gaiety, 
is quite continuous and considered an impor- 
tant part of our daily life. It consists mostly 
of tea and badminton parties with a few din- 
ners sprinkled here and there. Life is very 
full and active, too active sometimes I feel for 
the right kind of living. Indian people have 
little sense of time ; and quite frequently when 
invited ask, "Will the party be according to 
Indian time or English ?" 

October and November are great festival 
months for the non-Christian community, es- 
pecially the Hindus. They have one festival 

which is always very pretty — the festival of 
lights or Dewali. It lasts for several days but 
on one particular night all houses are illuminat- 
ed on the outside with small earthenware lamps 
in which they burn a small wick in a special 
sort of oil. If you are very rich, you literally 
burn them in the hundred thousands ; if you 
are moderately well off, in the thousands, and 
if very poor you may have only one. But burn 
them you must. You can imagine what a beau- 
tiful sight it makes. At this festival they make 
candy toys for the children. Unlike America 
you can get these at no other time. There is a 
festival — Dashera — which immediately precedes 
Dewali — and in fact they almost merge one 
into the other, which is peculiarly a children's 
festival. They have a tremendous display of 
fireworks and make millions of toys for the 
children. Of course, the older people make pil- 
grimages to sacred places during these times. 
At a third festival which follows Dewali, every 
Hindu must bathe in the Ganges or one of its 
tributaries. If you bathe when the moon is 
full, you will gain sure and better salvation. 
Not far from us is one of the most renowned 
and popular bathing spots for this particular 
festival. I wanted to go, but the mobs of 
pilgrims make it almost impossible. One of the 
most charming things always about this festi- 
val to me is to hear the songs of the pilgrims 
as they go in bands together, some coming 
from great distances. However, again one of 
the changes in this is that now there are far 
fewer who go by bullock cart or on foot, as the 
motor bus is rapidly advancing as a means of 
transportation. The railways too run special 
trains. I had noticed the fewer road pilgrims j 
and was told that this was the reason. It spoils 
it for the spectator but I guess the pilgrim en- 
joys the other means more. It always remind- 
ed me of Canterbury Talcs and Mediaeval Eng- 

There was a huge Hindu wedding at a 
neighbor's not long ago. A cotton magnate's! 
daughter was to be married to a flour magnate's! 
son. The bridegroom was from out of town ;| 
so an unused palace was rented for the occa- 


sion, special electricity installed, a garden pre- 
pared, tents without number for those guests 
who couldn't be accommodated in the house. 
The most lavish expenditure one could ima- 
gine. At such times everything is done for 
show, but the whole community may have a 
part. We were allowed to come in and see all 
the decorations. 

The wedding procession started out about 
five in the evening ; this means the bridegroom 
going to the bride's house. It was a most elab- 
orate affair. First of all there was a herald 
on a horse, carrying a bugle in his hand and 
drums strapped on either side of his saddle. 
He blew his horn and then beat the drums. 
Then came five gaily caparisoned elephants, 
one of them being a cute baby one. Following 
them were floats with paper-made carriages 
drawn by horses, ceremonial bullock carts 
drawn by bullocks, all made of paper and hav- 
ing as their passengers wax figures. Inter- 
spersed in the procession were three different 
bands, one of the local police, another of a 
neighboring Moslem native state which has 
an Indian ruler (it's an important one and they 
have an English bandmaster), and a third in- 
trinsically Indian. Also there were groups of 
tumblers and dancers. They would stop and 
perform, thus entertaining the crowds of spec- 
tators. Finally in a grand barouche came the 
young bridegroom so garlanded that one could 
hardly see his face. It took them about six 
hours to go a distance of a mile and a half. Oh 
yes ! I forgot to say that of course there were 
dozens of motors and riderless horses in the 
procession. This was to show the great wealth 
of the family. Arrived at the bride's house the 
elephants were worshipped, and the auspicious 
hour set for the ceremony was 2 a.m. It is a 
matter of stars, and therefore most Indian wed- 
dings take place at night. One which oc- 
curred in a Hindu family not long ago had to 
be performed as the sun was setting, for there 
were no lucky stars that month for the family ; 
and since the bridegroom was in government 
service and could only get leave at that time, 
the wedding had to come off. 

Yesterday we went to a Christian wedding 
amongst the Untouchables. The family is a 
very wealthy one ; so there was great pomp and 
circumstance — a mixture of the oriental and 
the western. They also had the wedding pro- 
cession, but just one band and one group of 
tumblers and three borrowed motors. The 
groom was dressed in a western suit of clothes, 
as was his brother who served as best man. 
The bride had a lovely white silk sari and a 
wedding veil with orange blossoms ! ! But she 
had had her entire body rubbed with the tradi- 
tional saffron and oil, her face and hands being 
quite yellow. After the ceremony the groom 
and his brother had to view the presents given 
by her family and pass judgment on them. It 
is quite proper to complain at their paucity. So, 
I told the uncle of the bride who is a servant 
of ours that if complaints were made, to call me 
as a witness on the bride's side, for I thought 
they were quite grand and plentiful. They 
also gave a present of money and a gold ring 
to the groom. The festivities will last for 
three days. It's quite usual to get an invita- 
tion for a Hindu wedding from say December 
4 to 9. (I know of one such.) You may go 
any of those days but the important one is the 
one of the dinner. It's all nicely scheduled on 
the invitation. If the man is very rich, he 
gives ail his guests a suit of clothes. 

I've said nothing about the political situa- 
tion, which is very interesting, but I fear that 
must wait for another time. India is experi- 
encing her first real elections in February and 
is promised a taste of more independent poli- 
tical action. Everyone is interested in the out- 
come ; and since an old friend of mine is in the 
running, I've been quite interested too. I'm 
told he's not only quite sure of election but also 
a seat in the cabinet. This is all in the provin- 



cial government which corresponds more to 
the Canadian structure than the American. 

The pen and pencil sketches that make the 
headings of my letter paper were done by a 
newspaper cartoonist and represent the vari- 
ous modes of transportation. The camel-cart 
has been made almost obsolete by the motor 
bus, but the elephant and the bullock can be 
and still are used in the remote villages where 
roads are ruts, not roadways. The horse 
vehicles are used in the cities. 

I wish I had photographs to send, but haven't 
taken any. They might make things more in- 
teresting. If someone in the studio wanted to 
copy the headings I think there would be no 
objection in using them. 

I hope I've said something that might inter- 
est. India like Russia must be lived in to 

really make an appeal, and one must overlook 
almost all ideas of sanitation. I had forgotten 
that there could be so much dust. But I must 
really bring this very lengthy epistle to an end. 

My very best regards to the Leaves Staff and 
all good wishes for the New Year. 


Constance E. Blackstock 


"Gay Paris, fascinating London, and beauti- 
ful Venice," is all most people talk of when 
returning from Europe. But with me, some- 
how, it seemed to be different. To me it was 
"Ancient Greece." 

This little country is in southern Europe, 
one of the Balkan States. From Filiatra, 
Greece, my parents sailed to America some 
years ago to make their new home. Mother 
and Dad have repeatedly told me about Greece, 
but they did not picture it half as beautiful as 
it really is. 

My parents used to tell me that on a little 
island called Zakintho was the body of Saint 
Dioyeseus, who travels at night and whom 
many Americans regard as just another Greek 
fable. Well, I could not believe my eyes when 
I saw that people would place solid gold slip- 
pers in a locked case at his shrine at the be- 
ginning of the year, and at the end of the year 
they would have to change them, because they 
would be worn out, and sometimes coated with 
dirt, or seaweed though in the same locked 

A tragic incident happened to me in Corinth, 
Greece. Here we stayed at the home of an aunt. 
It was in the fall, and we were sitting under 
the shade of the grape vines, when all of a 
sudden we were thrown from our seats. Look- 
ing about us, we could see houses tumbling 
down as if they were made of paper. Men, 
women, and children were yelling. This was 
an earthquake. Having no place to run for 
protection, we fell on our knees, and prayed 
to God. It was our only chance. Almost 
like a miracle the eruption suddenly died down, 
and in six hours everything was quiet again. 
The few people that were left were searching 
and digging for the bodies of members of their 
families. It was twelve hours later that food 
and water were brought from the cities. 

One-half of the population was severely in- 
jured, one-fourth killed. Two days later we 
left. Money was sent from America and other 
countries, and according to my mother who 
has recently returned from Greece, the rebuilt 
Corinth is almost if not actually as beautiful 
as Athens today. 

Helen Pappas, '37. 



Travel is one of the finest adjuncts to life; it is educational, refreshing, and enter- 
taining. Travel stimulates the gypsy spirit dormant in all of us. And whether it be a lad 
dreaming over "Westward Ho !" or a savant desiring one last grand voyage as a finale to life, 
the symbol of the open road holds the same lure. 

Travel is invaluable for educational purposes. First, one has new sights to make him 
conversant with today's world ; no one who has done even a little traveling is at a loss 
for conversation, and one of the joys of travel is discovering a kindred spirit with whom 
one can relive happy incidents and exchange anecdotes. "I'll never forget the time — ," 
and so forth. Second, one learns history on the very ground where it happened. One can 
absorb the atmosphere and appreciate its deeper meanings. Wind-swept Gettysburg is doubly 
poignant as one stands alone among bleak granite memorials on that desolate field. John 
Paul Jones's determined spirit pervades ordered Annapolis, with its efficient trappings, and 
peaceful cemetery hill. Third, in traveling, one acquires a broad view of people, from 
beggar to magnate, from a bedraggled woman in some foreign slum to the grande dame idly 
trying to escape ennui in world wandering. 

And travel is refreshing. The open road is freedom of spirit and of body. It can lead 
one from dull routine and petty cares to the glorious poetry of rolling ocean or "thunder- 
splintered pinnacle." Scenery like that is food for the soul ; it frees the spirit of its narrow 
confines. With it come peace and timelessness. The awful proportions of natural wonders 
cause the grossest man to realize the minuteness of his struggles, the brief moment of his 
mundane glory. Freedom of the body comes with release from schedule, telephone and alarm- 
clock. The open air and sunlight filter into city-dulled souls, and the whole being relaxes. 

Travel is also entertaining. Even the simplest ride over the countryside may be a voyage 
of exploration and discovery. The tapestry-like autumnal hues on the New England hills 
reveal frequently unrealized glory of nature. Exploring a city, whether your own or one 
ten thousand miles across the water, is an engrossing pastime. In Boston, the bookstalls of 
Cornhill and the old piers could well absorb a day of one's time. And one of the pleasantest 
aspects of any sally is in talking with total strangers, fellow-sightseers, or merely chatting 
with people along the road. One's experiences will vary from petting a twelve-hour old 
colt to admiring the family quilts ; from being royally snubbed in an untranslatable tongue 
to being asked to share homemade bread in a tumble-down farmhouse. 

Perhaps the most valuable gift of travel lies in its development of the traveller's per- 
sonality ; the freedom of the road is an invitation to expand. Travel seems to bring out his 
true character when he has been inhibited by the fetters of his own background and setting. 
The traveller is unknown among unknowns, and the brevity of travel friendships allows him 
to be natural ; he has no need to be otherwise. The mask he eternally hides behind at home 
is merely superfluous. Companions of the road, heedless of background music, seem to judge 
the person himself. 

Thus, I answer the question, "Why travel?" One sees new things and gains an out- 
look on life not bounded by the local country club, sister's measles and junior's Latin. These 
back-fence boundaries are replaced by horizons beyond the ocean or across the mountains, 
after one has seen new fields and finally realizes that East Siwash is not necessarily the 
world's most engrossing locale. In the freedom of the open road is an invitation to free 
one's self of the commonplaces of life. So why not travel, if only in mind? 

Countessa Wood 




{Excerpts from the letters of 
Hildegarde Baxter) 

On Board 

Sunday, June 28, 1936 
Dear Amelie: 

It's so wonderful to be on a boat instead of 
on the dock watching it pull out. After put- 
ting to sea, I went to my cabin. Surprise after 
surprise ! I received several Bon Voyage 
cables, cards, and presents. It was as if 
Christmas and birthday had been combined. 

Sunday we had a fire drill. We laughed at 
the bulkiness of the life preservers, but were 
glad to know how to get into them, and to 
which station to go. 

Practically all of us entered the tournaments, 
and Mary even won a prize. Speaking of 
prizes, we had some very nice ones given at 
the costume party a few nights ago. We also 
had dances some evenings, movies others, and 
still others we played Beano. 

I hate to leave the ship. I've met the most fas- 
cinating English author, and also several boys 
and girls my own age. 

Yesterday I got my first sight of soil on the 
eastern Atlantic — Ireland. It is a very pic- 
turesque country as seen from the water. There 
are green rolling hills and tiny, indistinct houses 
from which the smoke curls in the evening. 

My suitcases are all packed. We leave to- 
morrow at 8:30. I wonder just what Eng- 
land looks like. Will it be foggy and dark 
and dingy as I've heard? Tomorrow I'll 




Monday, July 8, 1936 
Dear Amelie: 

If I remember correctly, the last time I wrote 
was the day before the ship docked. I've 
done so many exciting things since, I'll just 
have to give you excerpts from my diary : 

Monday, June 29 — Docked at Liverpool 

about 8 :30 — a very smoky, gray city from 
what I could see in an hour of wandering 
around the streets. From there we took a funny, 
slow, wheezy train to Grasmere. We went to see 
Dove Cottage, and then tramped around the 
lake, about seven miles. Each new twist brought 
forth "ohs" and "ahs." The so-called moun- 
tains are like the foot-hills of the White Moun- 
tains, only they are green to the very tips. No 
snow of course. The lakes are not very large, 
but somehow they are impressive. There are 
stonewall boundaries on the mountain sides, not 
like those of New England, but narrow and 
solidly built with flat stones. 

Tuesday, June 30 — We left Grasmere and 
headed for Edinburgh. On the way we stopped 
at Sir 1 Walter Scott's home. It's like a dream 
house. It reminded me of Mrs. Jack Gardner's 
on the Fenway inasmuch as it was so full of 
personal treasures. In the evening we saw 
news reels in an Edinburgh theatre. At 11 
p. M. we looked up and saw the castle looming 
solidly above the city in a sort of twilight which 
is their midnight. I can hardly wait to go 
through the castle tomorrow. 

Wednesday — Discovered the men we saw 
yesterday in kilts were the guards at the cas- 
tle. Visited Giles Cathedral where Knox 
preached ; the Castle, Holyrood palace, and, of 
course, couldn't miss browsing around in Wool- 
worth's three and six. 

Friday — Yesterday went on a trip through 
the Trossachs. Today we came to the Shake- 
spearean country. We went to the new Shake- 
speare Memorial Theatre, and saw Romeo and 
Juliet. I was so thrilled to hear my first Shake- 
spearean play interpreted by English players. 
They were grand. Of course, we visited Ann 
Hathaway's cottage, Shakespeare's birthplace, 
and burial place. 

Warwick Castle is in perfect condition. It 
was a pity to be walking through it in modern 
clothes. I felt out of place in the huge rooms 
with Van Dykes, gorgeous chandeliers, beauti- 
ful inlaid tables, and old-fashioned furnishings. 
I wonder if the present Earl of Warwick who 



lives there realizes how wonderful his home 

SiDiday — The crowning event was the chang- 
ing of the Guard at Buckingham. Also the 
mounted at Whitehall. Oh, to ride one of those 
sleek, black horses so finely bred ! In the 
afternoon I went to Hampton Court and saw 
the wine cellars of Henry VIII ; also the great 
grape vine which is over 200 years old. 

Tomorrow we are going to visit the museums, 
St. Paul's, the Wallace collection, and West- 
minster Abbey. We are here for a week — then 
Holland. Incidentally, I'm bringing back one 
of my English author's books. It's a thrilling 
mystery novel. 

No fog as yet. Just drizzly rain. 


Dear Greta: 

Holland is lovely ! There are rows and rows 
of colorful houses. I say colorful because the 
window frames are painted with bright red, 
blue, or yellow. The doors, too, are 
painted the same colors as the window 
panes. The windows are speckless. Every 
morning they are washed, and the re- 
sult is they are like mirrors. The houses shine 
because of the paint, which looks as if it had 
just been applied. The gardens, too, are vivid. 
Red geraniums, blue larkspur, and delphiniums 
are interplanted. Even the hedges and grass 
are a brilliant green which surpasses that of 
English lawns. 

Driving along we saw many women wearing 
wooden shoes while washing the walks. The 
men wear them while working in the gardens 
and around the fields. I feel as if I were read- 
ing The Dutch Twins again, and want to say 
"No, there are no hills in Holland." But there 
are canals and dykes — plenty of them. The 
water is green and slimy because there is no 

Bicycles cause traffic jams, not autos, which 
are not at all numerous. Even the police ride 
on bikes. Can you imagine a Dutch police- 
man trying to catch an American gangster? 

I was amazed at the number of modernistic 

theatres, hotels, shops, and apartment houses 
around Amsterdam. 

We went in a house in Edam and saw how 
the Edam cheese is made by hand. Also had 
a glass of milk. The first I'd had since leaving 
home. How good it tasted ! 

Say hello to all my chums for me, will you ! 
Grochen von Holland, 


July 20, 1936 

Germany, Switzerland, and now France! 
Dear Christina, 

One of the first days here in Paris we took 
a trip out to Versailles and went through the 
Palace. It is enormous, or so it seemed to me. 
I won't bother you with historical facts as you 
probably know them better than I. 

We made a special trip out the night of the 
celebration to see the fountains playing. Col- 
ored flares silhouetted the poplars in vari- 
colored patterns against the evening sky, while 
soft music enchanted the excited crowd gath- 
ered to watch the spectacular firework dis- 
play. But there! I'm getting in a poetic 
mood. I'd better tell you about the Cathedrals. 

Notre Dame is everything you've ever read. 
But I prefer Chartres, which has the most 
beautiful stained-glass rose window I have 
ever seen. It is mostly blue, a deep delicate 
shade, which has never been equalled, I think, 
in the old or modern stained glass now in ex- 

Just think, I'll soon be home. We sail day 
after tomorrow. As much as I hate to leave, 
I long for America. 



P. S. I'd give anything if I could take this 
trip again next year. I've had such a perfectly 
marvelous time. Do you remember the qua- 
train, Adventure, by Adelaide Crapsey that 
Miss Blackstock quoted so frequently last 

"Sun and wind and beat of sea, 

Great lands stretching endlessly . . . 

Where be bonds to bind the free ? 

All the world was made for me !" 



(In a recent Assembly period lasting about 
twenty-five minutes, every Lasell girl was asked 
to write on Travel. The editors of the Leaves 
have chosen the following articles for publica- 


Dipping, swooping, gliding, sailing, 
The seagull cruised through space, 
Over the green-blue water winging 
To a rocky place. 

Ruth Buchanan 

This student also wrote twelve lines of 
verse about Boston which will be in the 
May Leaves. 

I spent the first seven years of my life on 
a full rigged four-masted sailing vessel of which 
my father was the master. My ancestors for 
centuries had followed the sea, and my father 
was born after the slow news of his father's 
death at sea in South America had arrived. 
Although my family can tell exciting tales 
of sandstorms in Egypt, and shipwrecks in the 
Carribean, I am afraid that because of my being 
so young my memories of the sea are principal- 
ly vivid sense impressions. 

I can remember sitting silently on my father's 
knee for hours at the bow of the vessel ; and 
can even feel the hot sun on my head, the 
spray on my face, and smell the brine of the 
vast, but ever fascinating blue-green ocean. 
I can almost feel myself racing over the decks 
with my brother, seven years older ; I can see 
our big shaggy dog Togo (brought by my 
grandfather from Italy) as he stood with eyes 
filled with mute appeal at the foot of a ladder, 
which my brother and I had laughingly run 
up to fool him after a long chase about the 
decks. I can feel the rough canvas of the 
sails and stiff ropes as we scrambled fearless- 
ly among the rigging, sometimes many feet 
over the water. Then in the lovely dusk of 
warm evenings at sea, I can dimly see and hear 
the sailors up near the fo'c'sle singing, with 
Pete, the little Italian deckhand, playing a 

battered accordion, his friendly, ever present 
grin on his dusky face. 

Arlene MacFarlane 

To me the most interesting and romantic 
spot in all the world is the island of Capri. 
Not only is it utterly beautiful in itself, but it 
twinkles majestically in the midst of the spark- 
ling Mediterranean to lure many pleasure 
seekers. It is a merry little island with many 
mysteries to explore. Its slopes are treacher- 
ous and rocky, and lend an air of impregnabil- 
ity, which dares you to penetrate its secret. 

One of the most unbelievable treasures which 
Capri has hidden well within her territory is 
the phenomenon of the famous Blue Grotto. 
It is an inexplicable gem, one of Nature's fan- 
tasies. Through the hardly large enough aper- 
ture one cautiously rows her boat, careful not 
to make a clamor for fear of making the; vivid 
Cyclop close its eye and make the wink per- 
petual. Once through the perilous cave-like 
entrance, a veritable paradise awaits you. Nev- 
er had a more lovely sapphire blue been seen. 
Indirect lighting, not of the electrician's design, 
casts dancing shadows upon the diamond-stud- 
ded waters. Seventy feet of the most precious 
liquid seems but a mere inch in depth, so clear- 
ly perceived are the objects on the bottom. 
Fascinating, grotesque animals crawl happily in 
this watery Eden. Looking up one would 
expect to find a heavenly summer sky, but 
hardened, forbidding, hideously beautiful rock 
obstructs your gaze. 

This is just one of the many secrets which 
may be learned by desiring to know this magic 
isle. Her treasure chest is full. Capri is a 
chip of life's best. 

Rae Salisbury 

At midnight the engines of the Pan-Amer- 
ican, bound for Rio, stopped their usual pul- 
sation, and, with all lights extinguished but 
one large search-light, launched a small boat 
into a very rough, dark ocean. A few passen- 
gers were at the rail, although most slept 
through this very unusual experience. Off at 



a distance of less than half a mile, we could 
see a few lights from a sister ship which had 
stopped on her way to New York to fulfill the 
wish of a grief-stricken mother whose son had 
died suddenly during the trip. She wished him 
to be buried on native shores. 

We could see the life-boat returning with its 
strange, pathetic cargo — a casket, a mother, 
and the men operating the boat. Several times 
we caught our breaths as a wave entirely hid 
the boat from our eyes. On deck the atmos- 
phere was tense. In the water by the Jacob's 
ladder we could see a few sharks slowly swim- 
ming around in the glow from the search-light. 
It is said that they follow death on the seas. 

The boat reached the ladder and everything 
was safely put on board. It had seemed a year 
since our motors stopped, but it was really only 
half an hour. Two large steamers had stopped 
to help lessen one woman's grief, and then 
passed on to everyday occurrences. 

The sharks still swam lazily around ; the 
motors beat ; and we returned to bed to find 
a restless sleep. Anonymous 

Small and large peasant houses are situated 
in various places, with rows of trees and small 
cow paths around them. 

The peasants were up early in the 
morn, just as the sun was rising, to take 
their cows up on the hills to graze. I was al- 
ways awakened by the jingling of the cowbells, 
as a shepherd boy led the herd through the 
main street of the town. The peasant boy 
was always singing and yodeling as if he had 
not a care in the world. But in these quaint 
mountain villages everyone is cheerful and 
happy, because they live for themselves as well 
as everyone else. They are not haunted by 
modern machinery, automobiles, or radios. 

At sundown they gather in small groups and 
walk to church, then home to a simple meal. 
After this meal they sit around and talk and 
sing. These mountain peasants are very musi- 
cal, and they thrive by singing. 

Eleanor Loeffler 


The sun lost its beautiful lustre and became 
as an experienced gold coin. No longer did the 
leaves nod over imaginary tea as loquacious 
spinsters. The bellows of nature had increased 
their restless movements ; sultriness reigned. 
The mother cloud gathered her children about 
her, and spread her heavy black cape out to 
protect them from the oncoming slashes of 
rain and searing stabs of white lightning. On- 
ward she flew, casting a great shadow on earth 
and fear and excitement into the souls of those 
below. But the rain was faster still, and cut 
great rents into her cape, soaked through the 
worn spots to drench God's paradise below. 

Virginia Amesbury 

Nested among the high Alps in Switzerland 
lies a small town, quiet and serene. It is but 
a mere dot surrounded on all sides by moun- 
tains. In the center lies a small white church 
where the ever-faithful peasants worship at 
sundown and on Sunday. 

It was a beautiful warm day, which made 
everyone feel that he was glad to be alive. The 
ocean liner, Georgic, steamed into the agua- 
marine blue waters of Bermuda bay at a few 
knots per hour. Against the heavenly blue 
sky many tropical trees of a greenish tint, with 
white houses surrounded by gorgeous, tall, 
pure white Easter lilies could be seen. It all 
looked like fairyland; but no, it was all realis- 
tic and I was not dreaming, but actually in 
Bermuda. On arriving nearer to the shore 
line, one could see many sailboats slipping 
through the jeweled water with complementary 
colored sails. One or two speedboats were 
dashing at full speed in and out the path of the 
sailboat's course, leaving a white foam which 
glistened in the warm, brilliant sunshine. A 
little nearer, and the faces and bare arms of the 
natives appeared blacker than ever against the 
white background. There was no smoke or dirt 
anywhere. Just as pure and sweet as I have 
always imagined Heaven to be. At the dock, 
the natives showed their pearly teeth in their 
joy to see us. Immediately a feeling of con- 



geniality was felt to be everywhere. People 
pedalled bicycles, and shiny-coated horses 
pulled carriages of ancient types, just as black 
as the men driving them. Flowers of all shades 
led the eye up neat paths to overwhelmingly 
magnificent hotels and palaces. As one passed 
the shops, an odor of perfume that wasn't 
sickening but refreshing came out the doors 
and windows. 

M. Gilbert 

there, or makes up his mind that once he sees 
land, there will be no more water for him. 

Not everyone jokes about seasickness, for 
there are generally people on board who have 
all sorts of suggestions for making one feel 
better. If they don't try their remedies, they're 
offended; and if you do, you are apt to be in 
bed just a day longer. Sally Wright 

Among the unusual phenomena that Nature 
has created are the Crystal Caverns in Ber- 
muda. These caves are straight underground, 
with very weird and crooked passages leading 
to them. Now with the help of electricity 
some of that terrible black inkiness has disap- 
peared. The caves are filled with water, and 
encrusted with stalactites and stalagmites, — 
columns of lime deposits that grow up out 
of the cave and down into it. They look like 
icicles, and many have interesting shapes. One 
section of the cave in particular looks exactly 
like a cemetery with the various tombstones 
and crosses. There is now a very intricate 
system of lighting that does much to increase 
their beauty. The lights are of various colors, 
and they have now been placed under the 
water to show more clearly the forms which 
would otherwise be hidden. The spectacle is 
so beautiful that various motion picture con- 
cerns have used this scene to photograph un- 
der water scenes. 


Crossing the Atlantic, to some people, is a 
great joy — that is, if they don't get seasick. 
Ever since I crossed the ocean last summer, 
I have been wary of boat trips. 

The horrors of seasickness still come back 
to me. The rolling of the boat, the creaking of 
the woodwork at each roll, and the horrible 
feeling of unbalance, all makes one's first days 
on the water quite miserable. 

There have been many jokes cracked about 
seasickness, but I can tell you — it's no joke! 
One either feels like dying right then and 

Oh to be in Charleston, now that spring is 
near ! Charleston with its quaint little parks, 
its lovely old southern homes, its delicate, 
wrought iron gateways, its quiet lazy atmos- 
phere, and its flowers — nothing could be more 

Looking back over the memories of our 
trip south last winter, I see first a group of 
shabby little huts along the highway, negro 
children sitting in the yard, waiting for a tour- 
ist to buy their "narcissaties" (tiny yellow, 
sweet smelling flowers), an old man lying asleep 
in the doorway. Then the Cooper River bridge 
looms ahead, and then Charleston, basking in 
the noonday sun. 

Here in South Carolina southern hospitality 
is at its best. Every one from the gasoline 
station boy to the hotel proprietor is most 
cordial, and we feel well acquainted with the 
city before we have gone the length of the main 
street. Of course, there are the historic churches 
and the buildings to visit, but it is so warm that 
we drive down to the Battery to rest a while 
in the soft breeze that blows from the beauti- 
ful sparkling blue water. Crocuses are bloom- 
ing in the little front lawns of the romantic 
old houses which border the park, and a few 
children play along the wall which looks off 
to the sea and sailboats. 

The twelve o'clock bell rings, and a dinner 
of fried chicken awaits us at the hotel. Soon 
we shall be walking through the narrow streets 
to the house of Porgy and Bess. 


After living in Atlanta, Georgia, for years, 
the little peculiarities of the South, the age-old 
customs, and the traditions of centuries all be- 
came commonplace to me. It was not until I 



moved to New York, and then returned to my 
former southern home for a visit that I began 
to appreciate the unusual atmosphere which 
pervades Dixie. As the train sped southward, 
a feeling of relaxation and contentment began to 
steal over me. The rush of the "big city" had 
been left behind, and no one seemed to be in 
a hurry. The soft southern accents and drawl- 
ing tones were like music to my ears, after 
hearing for a year the harsh accents of New 
York and vicinity. People no longer stared 
at me as though I spoke a strange language, 
but instead accepted me as one of their own 
kind. The small huts and farms of negro 
families which we passed may be described by 
some as "pitiful" conditions of poverty, but to 
me there was nothing pitiful in the sight of 
pickaninnies joyfully playing on the doorstep, 
and darkies singing as they tilled their small 
crqps. They have 'no luxuries — they have 
never known the advantages which a large city 
might offer them — but they're happy. The pic- 
ture which I got out of the South as I returned 
was one of a warm, happy land where one 
might relax and enjoy life to the full, and I like 
to think of that visit as a returning to a home 
which I had never quite understood or appre- 
ciated before. 

Shirley Hanson. 

scend into a valley. Before you lies one of the 
most beautiful sights that you have ever seen. 
For down in the valley is a huge dam that 
joins two hillsides together, and underneath is 
a huge lake that is beautiful within itself. After 
crossing the dam you can ride for miles gazing 
over this beautiful Norris Lake. Not only is 
this sight beautiful, but you know it is also fur- 
nishing power and electricity to cities and vil- 
lages for miles around. And also you can 
realize how many hungry mouths have been 
fed from the labor. The inhabitants are now 
able to maintain a decent standard of living. 
Their log cabins have been replaced by good 
frame or brick houses, and they now have a 
feeling of security and hope of giving their 
children an education. 

Nancy Edmonds 

Have you ever been to Venice? If not, I 
hope you haven't any wonderful illusions about 
it. I had, and I was terribly disappointed when 
I got there. The canals are dirty, and people 
throw their garbage into them. Instead of a 
wonderful singer paddling the gondola, there 
is a greasy Italian tearing his lungs out. It is 
hot there, and crowded, and it really isn't at 
all romantic. 

E. Fitzgerald 


Doubtless everyone has heard of the T. V. A. 
project, and there are many who think such 
undertakings are a waste of time and money. 

Forty miles from my home town the first 
steam shovel was put to work three 
years ago to start work on the Norris 
Dam. This fall, to the amazement of all and 
under the guidance of expert engineers, this 
gigantic and superb work was completed. 

When you enter Norris Park, you start to 
climb up a mountain on a road that has been 
expertly built. Around you, you are aware of 
the beautifully landscaped hills ; each tree and 
shrub carefully planted gives beauty to a once 
clayey and gullied hillside. After climbing up- 
wards for several miles you then begin to de- 

One of the most beautiful sights I think I 
have ever seen was New York's sky line, 
through a train window. Never have I been 
so impressed. 

It was about eight o'clock in the morning, 
and a rainy one at that, when we passed 
through New York City. Never dreaming 
that we could see much, we hardly bothered 
to look out of the windows; but what a sight 
we should have missed had not the porter 
called our attention to it. 

There were those huge skyscrapers wreathed 
in a flimsy fog, and every now and then our 
view was cut by a large, beautifully constructed 
bridge,' yet still through the spans of them, we 
could see sections of New York's sky line, 
grayed by the rain, and yet appearing majestic. 





As one crosses the border between northern 
Vermont and Quebec, there is nothing special 
to mark the occasion except a very insignifi- 
cant stone post about three feet high, and 
customs houses on each side of the line, which 
sometimes prove very annoying. However, 
there is a decidedly different tone to the build- 
ings and scenery which one first encounters. 
The buildings are very drab, and the general 
aspect is one of dirt and slovenliness. The 
main streets of the little towns are very 
wretched in appearance. Many buildings have 
never seen paint. The streets are not well 
paved, and the sidewalks are rough. As one 
leaves the first village and finds himself once 
more on the "open road," there is still a differ- 
ence from the refreshing beauty of Vermont. 
The difference can't be because there is less 
natural beauty, for the countryside in both 
instances is practically identical. However, 
when one looks closely at the frequent farm 
buildings, the difference is very obvious. In 
contrast to the attractive red barns and stately 
green or white houses of Vermont, the Cana- 
dian farms present a picture of utter neglect 
and carelessness. Unpainted buildings with 
hanging doors and swinging blinds are a com- 
mon sight. Fences are broken, chickens and 
other domestic creatures dig and roost among 
the farm implements, which stand around the 
dooryard and exposed to all weather. 

But this is only a fragment of a picture of 
Canada. The next town has long, beautiful 
streets, lined on either side by tall, stately trees. 
Behind these trees are large houses which ex- 
press beauty, great care, and also wealth. For 
many miles, one drives past private estates, 
all of which tell of Old English aristocracy 
and love of beauty. 

Although one's first impression of Canadian 
life may be rather disillusioning, one has to 
travel only a few miles further to find a beauty 
which equals and in many cases surpasses the 
finest homes in the United States. 

Travelling through Canada is a most inter- 
esting trip. From the minute one leaves the 

American soil, a distinct change is felt. The 
beautiful mountains of northern New York 
gradually give place to the flat, drab land of 
Canada. The typical Canadian farmhouse is 
a pitiful sight although amusing in some 
aspects. Placed usually in the middle of 
nothing, it stands stark and harsh against the 
sky. Four flat walls with set windows, usually 
with the blinds closed, are what enclose a 
family of often as many as twelve. The 
houses are characteristically set several feet 
above the ground, and the lack of doorsteps 
is typical of these houses, causing one to won- 
der how people get into the house. Roaming 
around the front yard there may be a cow, 
horse, or chickens ; and always near by, perhaps 
also in the front yard, is at least one pig. It 
is very seldom that you see any person about 
these houses, but soon down the road you may 
see a horse and cart, and perhaps a small 
boy and a collie. And this is a picture of the 
life in the rural districts of Canada, simple 
and to us desolate and forlorn ; but to those 
who live there, home ! 

Elizabeth Morley 


Zion National Park ! A gorgeous canyon 
in the West. 

At one end is a cliff with a huge, hollow 
"room" made by centuries of wind beating 
against it. Long ago cliff dwellers made their 
home there. Ruins of some of their crude 
buildings still remain. 

Tourists seldom bother to climb up this 
cliff since there is no path. However, Helen, 
Elizabeth and I decided to see what was to be 

Carrying our cameras in our teeth, talking 
loudly to warn snakes, we climbed hand over 
hand up the nearly vertical hillside. When 
we reached the top, we stood, panting, and 
looked at the infinitesimal cars creeping along 
the slender curving road half a mile below us. 

There was an old lookout tower in one end 
of the "room." I clambered over to it. It was 
very interesting. In calling to Helen at the 



other end of the cliff dwelling, I heard from 
the surrounding mountains, "Helen, Helen, 
Helen, Helen, Helen, 'len!" What acoustics! 
What a place to sing. 

I found the exact middle of the "room," 
cleared my throat, and started in. My selection 
was "Indian Love Song." I didn't know the 
words, but the tune was good. Never before 
had my voice been so full, rich, round, and 

I finished. Down below three cars had 
stopped. "My public !" I thought, and sang 
it again, this time two choruses. 

When I completed my "encore," eight cars 
were parked below, and people had gotten out 
and were waving handkerchiefs at me. "What 
an appreciative audience !" I thought happily. 

A man below cupped his hands and shouted. 
A faint voice drifted up to me from the canyon 
— "What's the matter, can't you get down?" 

Rosetta Case 

"Tell us what you have seen. Write!" 
said the teacher. 

What can I tell which hasn't already been 
written about by great writers? "Write!" 
Should I tell about the Acropolis silhouetted 
against a velvety blue sky, with a great big 
golden moon hanging above it? It would not 
be new to tell of the gawky, growing girl in 
a pink party dress and wearing two large bows 
on her pigtails, who stood on the terrace of a 
nice little cafe beneath the Acropolis in Athens, 
and looked on an incredibly beautiful sight. 
This doesn't sound new ; others have written 
of similar instances, but the fact is that this 
girl was attending a wedding celebration, and 
found the noise and gayety a bit annoying. 
She felt that they were losing something by 
staying inside hilariously enjoying the wedding 
feast, when there was such peace and beauty 
and romance out on the terrace. She was very 
young, but she hoped some day to return to 
this place when she would more fully appre- 
ciate its wonders. 

Perhaps I could write of ancient and dusty 
mummies found in the museums of various 
countries. They were rather terrifying. Or 

I could tell of the very ancient large vase whose 
fragments had so carefully been put together 
again, and against which I dreamily leaned, 
only to be startled by a museum attendant. Or 
I could tell about the thin, scrawny alley cats 
in Lisbon, who attracted me because of their 
large ears and bony bodies. The beggars of 
these Mediterranean countries were most pic- 
turesque. An account of them would take 
quite some time, and would not be new. Truly, 
the beauty of a Grecian countryside and its 
surroundings could scarcely be called new, but 
they instil in me a longing to go back. 

Sophia Re gas 


The Desert of Maine, a curious natural 
phenomenon, is located in Freeport, Maine, 
"just five minutes' ride from Route 1" as the 
signs say. 

The Desert of Maine is a large expanse of 
fine, dry sand which blows up into terrific 
dust storms several times a year. 

At one time, about fifty years ago, this land 
was thriving, cultivated farmland. However, 
is was, unfortunately, plowed so many times 
that finally this light sand appeared and made 
farming impossible. As the soil was turned more 
and more sand blew about; and within a few 
years trees, shrubs, and even a spring-house, 
were covered. In some places the sand dunes 
are as high as seventy-five feet. 

As one walks across the dunes, one sees only 
tops of the trees above the ground. These 
trees are still living, for there doesn't seem to 
be any chemical in the sand which will affect 
the normal growth of trees and shrubs. An old 
apple tree, two feet of which shows above the 
ground, actually bears apples each fall. One 
cherry appeared on the twig of a lone cherry 

Many people suffering from rheumatism and 
arthritis frequently visit the desert to bask in 
the sun on the warm sands. 

Nature is a curious thing, and we often 
wonder what she will do next. Freeport wel- 
comes you to see the freak which Mother Na- 
ture left there. Doris Carlson 






It wasn't really a street; merely a narrow, 
dark alley. On either side it was flanked by 
dingy, unwashed doorways. Each door gave 
entrance to the dim hallway of a three-story 
walk-up tenement. The stairs were uneven, 
and creaked as one ascended them. The railing 
was shaky, and most of the supporting posts 
were missing. Each step was littered with de- 
bris. Orange peelings, empty cigarette packs, 
hairpins, and filth were discernible, if one but 
troubled to peer through the dimness that sur- 
rounded everything. In the rear of the 
buildings, narrow sagging porches clung in 
perilously loose fashion to the walls. The 
railings sloped at crazy angles, and porch floors 
were littered in far worse fashion than were 
the stairways. Dirty bottles of sour milk, 
soiled clothing, gray from use and inefficient 
washing, broken toys, were clearly seen from 
the weedy yards. In front, the alley was the 
constant scene of cat, dog, and human quarrels. 
Drunken men staggered uncertainly by. Thin, 
anaemic children yowled and fought ; brawls 
broke out, both day and night. 

The interior of the buildings matched the 
exterior squalor. Each apartment consisted of 
but three rooms; a "parlor," serving all or 
any purposes in most cases, a poorly lighted 
kitchen, and a bedroom. All sanitary con- 
veniences were in the cellar, and were used by 
inhabitants of the entire house. In the three 
meagre rooms above, from three to six per- 
sons, — parents, babies, school children, and 
family bread-winners, managed to exist. Most- 
ly of Polish, Irish, or Italian extraction, they 
lived thus because of poverty. Ignorant, un- 
washed, they were incapable of understanding 
how bad all this was. They expected poverty 
and disease, and so faced them without fear. 

Never had their lot been different. How should 
they know better? The little kitchens were al- 
ways overcrowded ; mothers getting meals at all 
hours, refrigerators jammed into corners and 
full to overflowing with the wrong sorts of 
food that would soon be heartily enjoyed, 
grimy, cracked dishes that served their purpose 
well enough, and the discomfort of it all would 
have been beyond the realization of someone 
even a block away. But these people didn't 
even care — that was the pity. 

The summer was the busy time for the street. 
The sidewalks overflowed with ragged-haired, 
dirty-faced children. They screamed ; they 
laughed ; they swore undying fidelity among 
themselves, and the next moment were in the 
midst of terrific scrimmages. In the dingy 
doorways sat the older ones. The pert, bleached 
blond girl was there. She worked in Wool- 
worth's all day ; came home to wash a bit ; 
repainted her small, pretty face, and flirted 
with the young workman from upstairs. May- 
be some day they would marry and join the 
others in this ever increasing group of deca- 
dent humanity. She would buy things on the 
installment plan, and one day they might move 
into a "classy" neighborhood. She was al- 
ways day-dreaming. Inside the narrow entry, 
the old people sat. The little man, grand- 
father of the blond girl, sat very quietly in 
his rickety chair. His rheumy eyes watched 
the by-play, even if the young ones did think 
him too old to notice. He knew what would 
happen to them all. They would go on like this, 
endlessly — never any change for them. The 
young ones would grow up and give rise to 
more young, and so it would go. And people 
from the other sections would walk hastily by, 
not liking to linger in the vicinity of the side 

Isabel Wyatt 




A heavy persistently drumming on the win- 
dow panes drew me from the fantastic realms 
of sleep to the world of reality. I opened my 
eyes, and sat up with a bound. What a beau- 
tiful day to take a walk in the pouring rain! 
Outside, huge raindrops skidded merrily down 
the windows, and rattled along the roofs like 
the tramping of horses' hoofs in the street be- 
low. Those drops that struck nothing to slide 
upon went splashing into puddles with a double 
sound that the rebound made. They looked 
like tiny rubber balls bouncing on sidewalks 
and streets. A swift, muddy tide roared down 
the gutters, the miniature of a high river after 
a heavy storm tearing through its bed to leap 
over falls. Right away I hastened to dress 
and go out to join the mad tumble of joy and 

I could almost hear my raincoat and old 
shoes clamoring to be taken for a wild chase 
with the rain. Just as I reached the door, a 
beloved voice floated down from above, "If 
you are going out, be sure to take an umbrella. 
But don't use my good one!" 

An umbrella? I staggered weakly to the 
bottom step and sat down. An umbrella ! I 
could see a vivid picture of myself walking 
through the lovely, drenched woods with an 
umbrella entangled in the matted vines that tried 
to block the path ; or contemplating the beauty 
of a rain-beaten slope in a furious gust of wind, 
while battling to keep an umbrella from turn- 
ing inside out. 

I concluded that a real walk was out of the 
question, and chose, as a last resort, to walk 
the open streets instead of getting mixed up 
with an umbrella in the woods. From the 
closet I pulled out an old "umbra-shute," fer- 
vently consigning them all to the nether re- 
gions. Thrusting the silk covered frame above 
my head I slammed the door behind me. 

Down the street I watched some small boys 
sailing their mimic fleets in the overflowing 
gutters till the treacherous pool engulfed the 
boats at the mouth of the whirling and turbu- 
lent river, more water gushed and struggled 

out from the throats of overflowing spouts on 
various houses. Shortly, however, the burden 
of my miniature awning became too much for 
me. I returned home swinging my umbrella 
slackly over one shoulder, trying to figure out 
what use it was to me. 

What good are umbrellas anyway? When 
hurrying in school I'm bound to knock some- 
one's shins with mine if I carry it down. If 
I put it under my arm, someone is almost 
fatally stabbed. When riding on a bus, there 
is no place to put it. On the floor beside the 
seat it slides down out of reach, and if I put 
it between my knees, the water drips cheer- 
fully into the sides of my shoes. About the 
only use girls have for umbrellas is to keep 
their hair from frizzing or coming out of curl. 

June Rogers 


In this modern age of sophistication and re- 
finement it really had become a pleasure to 
exist with such admirable people; then sud- 
denly and emphatically there was flashed before 
my glamour-dazed eyes a sudden revelation 
of one of the most repulsing, yet common 
faults of both men and women in a very pre- 
sentable generation. 

Both sexes have tried very cleverly to dis- 
guise their real selves. The woman dresses 
her hair in a mass of glistening waves, her skin, 
as a poet might express it, a soft rose petal 
flushed and radiant over its own beauty. Her 
teeth resemble the well-known ads for Pep- 
sodent and Colgate, and to finish this vision 
she slips into a shimmering gown. 

The young man tries just as hard to be at- 
tractive for his lady friend. He spends hours 
before his mirror trying to make the most 
stubborn cow-lick in the world give up and 
rest quietly at the edge of his parting. His 
tall figure looks captivating in a new dinner 
jacket and freshly creased trousers. One last 
look to make sure that his shoes are shined 
perfectly ; a twirl of a tall silk hat, a twist of 
a cane and he is ready to leave for the evening. 

Now that we have seen how much time these 



young people spend on themselves to get ready, 
let us follow this boy and girl for a while. He 
stops into the florist for more flowers, and then 
drives up to her door in his open roadster. 
She finally comes out, and they speed toward 
the home of one of their friends for dinner. 
The evening goes perfectly, as all well planned 
evenings should, until dinner is announced. 
Then, as a poor shortcake is revealed after all 
the whip-cream is taken off, these people are 
revealed in all their poor breeding. Of course, 
everyone knows that these two young people 
are very hungry, so they appear to approve 
while the young lady lounges on her elbows be- 
fore the first course, giving as her excuse that 
her feet are killing her after dancing. Some, 
however, glance skeptically at her when her 
soup resembles the high seas, and her spoon 
plows into it like a speedboat going at full 
force. In two or three minutes she is through ; 
therefore while the soup is settling, she can 
once more pull the veil of romance over her 
head and chat pleasantly. 

Then comes the main course — steak, carrots, 
cauliflower, and mashed potato. Dramatically 
the dragon in her eyes comes forth as she 
raises hammer and tongs. Into the steak goes 
the fork, down comes the knife, saw — saw — 
saw. Onto the already burdened fork goes 
some carrots, and just a spray of cauliflower 
is added to make it attractive; then the whole 
thing is swished in mashed potatoes. Up goes 
the elevator, and down goes the food in one 
lump after a bit of grinding ; that is enough, as 
food is good to look at only when it's on a 

Her male companion is too busy to notice, 
as he is in training for the heavy-weight 
championship. With his elbows flapped out, 
and the same dangerous glint in his eye, he 
is watching his chance to snatch at a piece of 
bread, and, the tussle over, he munches his 
bread contentedly. 

Thus endeth the second course. A short in- 
termission while our young people amuse them- 
selves by drawing the latest guide to the moun- 
tains on their hostess's best table cloth. The 

girl lolls on her elbows, her body droops. May- 
be she wants to be a Cleopatra ; but the day of 
dining on couches is past. 

Finally comes the ever-popular pie and ice- 
cream. This is the most musical episode. Lips 
smack, forks click and melting ice-cream is 
delicately swished around in the mince pie in 
order to give it a rainbow hue. 

Dinners like this have really lost all of their 
attractiveness for me. After such an episode 
an otherwise very charming and polished lady 
and gentleman never appear quite the same 

Phyllis Holbrook 


I am fed up with the whole stupid business. 
I have long since given up hope that someone 
will share this apparently weird taste of mine. 
So for once and always I am going to say my 
little say on the subject, and then quietly eat 
some nice powdered glass on my applesauce. 
Which will, in the eyes of most people, be the 
most sensible thing for me to do. 

To be perfectly frank, I am tired of people 
thinking me a bit radical because I whole- 
heartedly endorse Noel Coward. I mention 
him in the course of a casual conversation, and 
what happens? I'll tell you what happens? 
If the person with whom I am talking is adult 
(meaning a nicely married, self satisfied smug- 
gle), I am immediately classed as "one of those 
queer people." Little Percival, the delicately 
nurtured pride of the household, is told by 
Mama to run along and play. Then, after 
Percy is safely out of earshot, Percy's Mama 
usually tries to show me the error of my ways 
by telling me that probably I am too young to 
realize, but Noel Coward is, in spots (this in 
a furtive undertone) almost immoral. While 
this is going on, I stare fixedly at the dying 
Gaul, or some other inevitable, conventional 
masterpiece that hangs over the brick fireplace. 
After she has finished, I say that I must leave. 
But just before I close the door behind me, I 
state positively, "I still like Coward,"- — and 



If the person is my own age it's almost 
worse. I mention Mr. Coward, and there is 
a blankness for a minute. Then comes a 
knowing giggle, — "Say, he's the one who wrote 
about three people, two men and a woman, 
living in sin together, wasn't he?" A faint 
nausea touches me as I answer quite seriously, 
"No, that was Mr. Shaw." 

There are only two heartening things about 
the whole, stuffy little hodge-podge. The first 
is the New Yorker, which, although it calls 
Coward brittle and frothy, says that it really 
thinks he's a fine fellow. The second is 
Coward himself. He realizes that most people 
regard him at the very least as a drug addict, 
and a sensualist. How does he retaliate ? He 
chuckles quietly at them and goes on writing 
his brilliant, sophisticated frothings. 

"So," you say, "you admit he is sophisticated 
and frothy. Why, then, are you annoyed that 
people sniff disparagingly at him?" At this 
I start again. You see, Coward may be brittle 
and light, but he also has his deeper moods. 
Do you remember the dignity and courage 
of "Cavalcade"? And hasn't your Epworth 
League group given "Hay Fever" at least 
three times since you can remember, as 
their dramatic presentation of the year ? Well, 
Coward wrote both of these plays. Re- 
member the poignant loveliness of such tunes 
as "I'll See You Again," and "I'll Follow My 
Secret Heart?" You see, Noel Coward is not a 
dissipated rake, nor does he keep a harem or 
smoke opium or do anything very much out of 
the ordinary — except be exceptionally clever. 
This amazing man writes plays by the dozen, 
plays that have humor, wit, and originality. 
This man Coward acts, acts deftly and bril- 
liantly, from the leading role in an unforget- 
table movie, "The Scoundrel," to singing and 
dancing parts in successful stage productions, 
sometimes written by himself, sometimes not. 
He writes lyrics to lovely wisps of song. He 
■ — well, I'm not going to say any more! Call 
me queer if you want to. I'm still a devotee 
of Noel Coward. 

Barbara Russell Fowler 


It was a cold, wet day in March. The wind 
whined about the eaves of the house, pushing 
on the window panes, pulling the blinds askew, 
even knocking on the weatherbeaten front 
door; and on receiving no answer, slithering 
through the mail slot into the tiny front hall. 
The rain hopped up and down in the puddles 
on the sidewalk, and so flooded the drains that 
the gutters were torrents of muddy water. 
Once in a great while a sodden umbrella fought 
its way down the street towards the library, as 
if its owner had become restless and had to 
have some reason to come out into the weather. 
Automobiles splashed along, throwing great 
sprays of water into the air, and delivery trucks 
did not have their usual lackadaisical manner 
of stop and go's. Trees bent their heavy 
weights toward ground as they were whipped 
by the wind, and lashed by the rain. Rain 
and wind conquered all. March had come in 
like a lion. 

Ruth M. Buchanan 

The following poem and essay were 
written by students in Miss Marsh's and 
Mile, he Royer's classes respectively. 


Gliickseligkeit ist wie der Schein 
Von einem Mitternachtsstern. 
Gold, so gold, und rein ; 
Breit, so breit, noch fern. 
Es wankt doch eben, 
Zu bald zu sterben. 

Fliegen wir aus Betriibnis 

Wie ob aus bosem Traum. 

Noch fechten wir nicht ohne Gedachtnis 

Von der Freude gekannt kaum. 

In der Uberwenden davon — zu hoffen, 

Die Weise fur Trost zu often. 

Der Leid gehort aller Welt. 
Dann ist unsere Arbeit gemacht 
Immer vvieder treten wir auf der Stelle. 
Haben wie tiber diesen Tag gedacht 
Bis wir lachen und spielen wussten 
Zufrieden, dass wir die Freude nicht stehlen mussten. 

Helen Slack 




Quand j'avaias huit ans, je suis allee en 
Europe avec mes parents. Nous avons pris le 
bateau, "La France," et nous avons debarque au 
Havre sept jours apres notre depart des fitats- 
Unis. Du Havre nous sommes alles tout de 
suite a Cannes pour le Mardi Gras, la fete 
la plus gaie et la plus heureuse de l'annee. 
C'etait trop beau pour le decrire ici ; il faut 
le voir l'apprecier. 

De Cannes nous avons pris un automobile 
pour aller en Suisse. De cette parties de notre 
voyage je me rappelle un incident en particulier. 
Dans les Alpes nous nous sommes arretes dans 
le chemin pour nous etirer un peu, quand nous 
avons vu neuf ou dix petits enfants qui 
roulaient sur une terrasse. Maman les a appeles 
et elle leur a offert des bon-bons qu'ils accep- 
terent apres peu d'hesitation. C'etait bien 
amusant de voir ces enfants leurs mains rem- 
plies de bons-bons qui se promenaient autour 
de notre voiture. Un des petits etait enchante 
des phares et pouvait a peine s'arreter de les 
contempler quand nous etions prets a partir. 

Quand nous visitions les chateaux dans le 
nord de la France, nous avons eu plusieurs 
aventures droles ou tragiques. Une fois, dans 
une toute petite ville, il y avait seulement un 
restaurant et celui-ci etait deja au comble. 
Enfin, quand on est venu pour prendre notre 
commande, mon pere a demande du cheval. 
Puisque ni maman ni moi ne pouvait parler 
francais, on a mange le cheval en pensant que 
c'etait du roti et on l'a trouve tres bon. Main- 
tenant quand mes amies me disent qu'elles ne 
pourraient jamais manger le cheval, je me 
demande si elles ne l'ont jamais mange sous un 
autre nom. Ada Epstein 


The cold wintry blasts of the late fall did 
not chill the enthusiasm of the hockey and 
soccer fans. The Seniors defeated the Juniors 
in hockey on November 10, by a score of 3-0. 
The Blue and White hockey game, the all- 
star game of the season, was played on Novem- 
ber 17. It proved a White victory, with a 
score of 2-1. Between the halves the Faculty, 
wearing gay costumes, played a team of class 
hockey players, and beat them 2-1. 

The Junior-Senior soccer game, in which the 
Juniors won by a score of 1-0, was played on 
November 3. The Seniors defeated the Mixed 
team by an overpowering score of 7-0 on 
November 6. The Juniors played the Mixed 
team on November 12, and the game ended in 
a scoreless tie. One of the coldest afternoons 
of the season, November 18, the Senior soccer 
team beat the Junior soccer team in a challenge 
game. The score was 1-0. The last game of 
the season was played between the Blue and 
White teams on December 1. The game was a 
scoreless tie. Between the halves a mixed 
team of students played the Faculty, the latter 
being victorious by scoring one point. 

After the Blue and White soccer game, the 
annual Hockey- Soccer Supper was held at the 
Barn. During the evening elections were held. 
Ruth Manness was elected head of hockey, and 
Priscilla Sleeper head of soccer for next year. 

Awards for hockey and soccer were given by 
Miss McClelland on November 30. Many 
Seniors won bars, signifying second year 

Swimming practice started just before 
Christmas vacation, and two meets have been 
held this winter. The first was an individual 
meet held on February 10. Sally Wright won 
the most points. The Juniors won the inter- 
class meet, held on February 24. They won 
24 points. Seniors were second, with 17 
points, and Mixed, third, with 16 points. 

Inter-class basketball games are well under 
way. The big Blue and White game, the cli- 
max of the season, will be played on March 23. 

Doris E. Carlson 




Nancy Gorton 
Wilmine Lane 
Virginia Allen 
Alcine Rippere 
Martha Hume 
Eleanor Swett 

(Standing, left to right) 

Laura Hale Gorton, '16 

Pauline Rowland Lane, '11-'12 

Winifred Knapp Allen, '12-'13 

Alcine Hotchkiss Rippere '03 -'07 

Maria Riker Hume, '09 

Fancher Sawyer Swett, '08-'09 

Martha Sill 
Virginia Amesbury 
Jean Church 
Jean Allen 
Madeline Perry 
Ruth Manness 
(not in picture) 

(Seated, left to right) 

Irene Ball Sill, '14 

Jane Ford Amesbury, '01-'03 

Isabelle Bowers Church, '00-'01 

Dorothy Stewart Allen, '17 

Ruth Morse Perry, '13-'14 

Elizabeth Linn Manness, '13 


Betsy Bassett 
Laura Huegle 
Virginia Stewart 


Catherine Nolan 
Carolyn Stuart 
Eleanor Swett 
Eloise Lane 
Mary Wilson 
Mary Parker 


row, left to right) 

Marjorie Bassett, '36 
Leona Huegle, '36 
Maurine Stewart McAlister, '28-'29 
row, left to right) 

Margaret Nolan, '33-'3S 

Marjorie Stuart, '36 

Elizabeth Swett, '35 

Betty Lane, '3S-'36 

Jane Wilson, '24-'25 

Frances Parker, '35 

Betty McAuliffe 
Gertrude McEvoy 
Eleanor Kenney 
Dorothy Keyes 

Jean Finney 
Virginia Tillotson 
Lois Small 
Ruth Manness 
(not in picture) 

Marion McAuliffe, '34 

Mary McEvoy Robideau, '29 

Elizabeth Kenney, '36 

Ruth Keyes, '36 

row, left to right) 

Frances Finney Clark, '25 

Roberta Tillotson, '33-'34 

Ruth Small, '32 

Virginia Manness '33-'35 



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Every supporter of Lasell has a happy heart these days, for the prospect of a new building 
has caused lively comment, and everyone is eagerly anticipating the verdict as to whether con- 
struction will begin this spring. This building, which looms brightly on our mental horizon, is 
to contain an assembly hall which will seat 502 persons and a gymnasium with 24 showers and 
400 lockers. 

In order to construct this welcome addition to Lasell's family with all the proper equipment 
and conveniences, $100,000 will be needed. A campaign is already being organized for an in- 
tensive drive to take place in May and June, with the hope of having happy news to announce 
on Commencement Day. 

Andrews, Jones, Bisco, and Whitmore are the architects. They have drawn up the blueprints 
after many consultations. This firm has also done much work for Tufts College and Brown 




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The new building is to face Woodland Road, with the chapel running east and west, the stage 
being on the west or Maple street end, and with the gymnasium on the east, near the barn. 

In the chapel there will be an organ about the size of our present organ, with the pipes on 
either side of the stage. The stage itself is two feet wider than our present stage, and two feet 
deeper. The chapel floor is \2]/ 2 feet wider and 10 feet longer than the one in Carter Hall, 
with every one of the 502 seats movable. There is a storage place for them under the stage. 
The chairs can be passed below through an opening in the front of the chapel. At the rear 
of the chapel will be a projection box for movies. 

There is a coat room on the main floor, and a room for outdoor equipment such as toboggans, 
skis, hockey sticks, etc. There is also a room for stage scenery, and still another room for 
gymnasium equipment such as basketballs, horses, etc. There are plans for a serving room to 



the north of the assembly hall, which will open both on the chapel and the gymnasium. Below 
the serving room is a kitchen. 

Under the gymnasium are the showers and lockers, the athletic director's office, and the 
physical education room. 

Under the stage are two dressing rooms for the cast; there is also a dressing room off the 
stage. A costume room is also provided. 

It is hoped that this new building will be one of a series which will eventually be built on 
Gardner hill and Carpenter hill, and will surround Lasell's athletic field. 

Martha Hume 


Martina Grubbs Riker, '84-'8S Eleanor Ray Eleanor Young Hord '85-'87 




At dinner on December 17 a Christmas gift 
of bookends was given to Miss Potter from 
the girls of Bragdon Hall. Faye Wadhams, the 
House President, presented the gift as a token 
of their appreciation of Miss Potter's work at 
the school. 

Faye Wadhams, Marie Bruns, Sally Wright, 
Grace Tillinghast, and Sally Guerin were mem- 
bers of the committee that selected the book- 
ends. Their choice was a set shaped like two 
slightly opened books of heavy white porcelain, 
with gold-edged pages. One bore upon its cov- 
er the head of Dante and the other the head of 


Dec. 2 — Future medical secretaries witnessed 
two operations at the Massachusetts Memo- 
rial Hospital. 

Dec. 3 — Miss Hadcock's Medieval History 
classes visited the Boston Museum of Fine 

Dec. 5 — Inter-class Prom at Hotel Kenmore. 

Dec. 6 — Rev. Charles N. Arbuckle based his 
talk at Vespers on the parable of the ten 

Dec. 7 — The Junior Class presented its officers 
at dinner. 

Dec. 8 — Dr. Winslow showed natural color 
slides he has photographed in and around 

Dec. 9 — The German club held a German 
Christmas party at the Barn, with students 
from Stoneleigh Junior College as their 

Dec. 11 — Lasell enjoyed readings in Assembly 
by Mrs. Dorothy S. Bates, from Stephen 
Benet's A Book of Americans. 

Dramatic Club play, "Inside the Lines," 
was received enthusiastically. 

Dec. 12 — Second night of "Inside the Lines," 
with informal dance at the Barn afterward. 

Dec 13 — The Glee Club presented the Christ- 
mas Vespers program. 

Dec. 15— Mr. Fathallah Mostofi, Harvard 
graduate student, told in Assembly of the 
transition of Persia from a medieval to a 
modern state. 

The spirit of a medieval Yuletide was 
recreated at the Christmas banquet, which 
was a splendid occasion. 

Dec. 16 — Greeting the coming season with 
music, the pupils' annual Christmas recital 
was an appropriate conclusion to the fall 

Jan. 5 — "Jerusalem" was the subject of Mr. 
Aouney Dejaney's illustrated lecture in 

Jan. 8 — Professor Bailey began his series of 
illustrated lectures to show "What Art Is." 

Jan. 10 — Miss Eichorn and Mr. Schwab gave 
a musical program at Vespers. 

Jan. 12 — In Assembly, Miss Irwin announced 
the new plan for midyear examinations. 

Jan. 15 — Professor Bailey continued his illus- 
trated Assembly lecture on "What Art Is." 

Jan. 17 — Dr. Ashley D. Leavitt, speaking at 
Vespers, suggested that students acquire 
"Background" to help them in later life. 

Jan. 17 — Miss Helen Calder gave her impres- 
sions of China at Assembly. 

Forty-two girls saw the Indoor Tennis 
matches at Boston Garden. 

Jan. 19 — Miss Naomi Riches of Goucher Col- 
lege told Lasell of "Vocational Opportuni- 
ties for College Women." 

Jan. 21 — Mrs. Sypher discussed world news of 
the day in Assembly. 

Jan. 22 — Mr. Franklin Ganse of Framingham 
spoke entertainingly about "Celebrities I 
Have Known." 

Jan. 24 — Miss Gertrude Hunziker told of the 
work of the Grenfell Mission in her Vespers 
talk "Due North with Grenfell." 

Jan. 25 — Dr. Winslow outlined plans for a new 
building containing an assembly hall and 

Jan. 26 — "Prevention of War" was the subject 
of Mr. Francis Russell's talk in Assembly. 

Elisabeth Leland 



Turn for a moment, if you please, from your 
recollections of the joy-giving and receiving 
incidents of the holiday season to note the 
recent happenings among your friends still 
in residence at Lasell or possibly afield. Cupid 
with the temerity of that youthful little god 
has for the present supplanted Santa Claus and 
begs permission to send in the following re- 
ports : 

November 26: Valentine Murdock '21-22 
and Mr. William Milton Taggart at Washing- 
ton, D. C. Mr. and Mrs. Taggart's new ad- 
dress is 905 23d Street N. W., Washington. 

December 19: Doris Jones '35 and Mr. Hu- 
bert Lee Hayes at Scotia, N. Y. 

December 29: Marjorie Mayne '30-'31 and 
Mr. Thomas Scott Rawson at Council Bluffs, 

December 30: Barbara Hinckley '34 and Mr. 
Charles C. Hubbard at Hartford, Conn. Helen 
Burwell '33 and Mary Fitch '34 were members 
of the bridal party. 

December 31: Hilma Williams '35-'36 and 
Mr. Richard E. Alger at Boston, Mass. 

March 6: Dorothy Taggart '32 and Mr. 
Erwin C. Krumsieg at Park Ridge, 111. 

We have also received announcements of the 
following marriages : Edna Cooke Tarlton '97- 
'98 and Mr. Berkeley C. Stone; Frances 
Coombs '19 and Mr. Elwood E. Goff ; Grace 
M. Dunne '34 and Dr. Arnold C. Walker; 
Eldora DeHaven '32 and Mr. Frank Wain- 
wright ; and Margaret Weber '33-'34 and Mr. 
Walter F. Hodges. 

Engaged: Mary Etta Williams '29 to Mr. 
Harry B. Sharpe ; Frances Long '31 to Mr. 
C. Cretney Brunnell ; Frances Wheeler '31 to 

Mr. Winslow Allen Sawyer ; F. Eugenia 
Loomis '32 to Mr. Holland Flager ; Barbara 
Goodell '29 to Mr. Theodore T. Trott; Mar- 
guerite Brandt '34 to Mr. Webster H. Wilson ; 
Carol Morehouse '34 to Mr. William Franch 
Jones ; Lillian Sheehan '29-30 to Mr. Andre 
David Gay ; Ruth Enders '27-'28 to Mr. John 
E. Hunt ; Arlene Kerr '36 to Mr. Joseph Le- 
vine ; Marian Newfield '30-'32 to Mr. Bernard 
J. Brad ; Janet Cryan '36 to Mr. John Peter 
Condon; Helen Crego '30 to Mr. John Mac- 
Murray ; and Mariesta Howland '26 to Mr. 
Elmer Jacques Bloom. 

Thank you ! Only two short words but 
meaningful when sent from the hearts of 
Lasell's grateful recipients to the Alumnae, "old 
girls" and faculty whose beautiful cards and 
affectionate greetings made glad our holidays. 

Guy M. Winslow 
Clara A. Winslow 
Lillie R. Potter 


My dear Dr. Winslow : 

Today my thoughts are centered on happy 
memories of holidays spent at Lasell. In the 
years gone by ('85-'88) there was far less 
travel than now, and many of the girls who 
lived at what we then called a long-distance 
remained at Lasell over Thanksgiving and 
Christmas. Every possible thing was done to 
banish homesickness and loneliness. 

Even now, I feel a glow in my heart as I 
recall entering the dining room for Thanks- 
giving dinner — soft lights, soft music, and 
flowers, girls, girls, lovely girls dressed in 
bright colored party clothes (high neck and 
long sleeves) filed in and found their places 
at a big table arranged in a hollow square. 

One glance at this festive board made you 
think Amalthaea had emptied his cornucopia 
of everything on earth that was good to eat. 
Our Amalthaea was none other than Mr. 
Sheppard, our good steward, who had searched 



the Boston markets for both substantiate and 
delicacies to suit the tastes of girls from north, 
south, east, and west. All ate with a relish 
and the appetite of youth. 

A nice program was arranged, with many of 
Principal Bragdon's jokes and banter inter- 

Following the dinner we left the dining room 
for the "Gym" (later called the Chapel), where 
we were greeted by the delicious fragrance of 
pine and fir. Best of all, an open fire. We 
played games, danced and sang. I do not re- 
call the presence of any boys. If any were 
there, bless their courageous hearts, they have 
faded out. I take it all back, I do recall a small 
boy (John Bragdon) crossing the "Gym" 
floor hurriedly making his way to the main 

Even at holiday times the Lasell girl's health 
was jealously guarded ; so to sleep we had to 
go, not later than ten-thirty, lights out. At 
Christmas the same splendid preparations were 
made with many features added. Carols sung 
in the early morning through the halls. We 
always had a wonderful Christmas tree ; 
presents for everybody. Every girl, all the 
office force, and all 'the help. Especially do I 
remember these names that were called to re- 
ceive gifts: William Baxton, the engineer — we 
southerners banked on him because he kept 
us so comfortable and warm ; Mike, the yard 
man and his children ; Lewis, Lasell's colored 
mail carrier ; the good cooks we liked so much ; 
the maids and waitresses — no one was ever 

Another grand dinner on Christmas day, 
with more elaborate preparations and exten- 
sive program, including special music. I can 
hear the pretty Irish waitress now saying: 
"Which will you have, ros' tuky or ros' goose' ". 

Believe it or not, we were allowed during 
the holidays to go to the Theatre; that is, 
those who were on the "self governed" list 
could go, provided they chose nothing more 
risque than Icely, Icy Mary Anderson in, 
Pygmaleon and Galatea or Edwin Booth, as 

the melancholy Dane in Hamlet; or maybe 
Lilian Norclica in a concert. We were allowed 
to go to Boston to Church Christmas morning, 
and we did love to hear Phillips Brooks. 

I begged Miss Chamberlain, the preceptress, 
to let me take a sleigh ride, and she consented, 
with my Yale friend, when I assured her that 
he was "only a friend." One of the joys that 
we all had at Christmas was a sleigh ride with 
the Principal — dear warm-hearted, impulsive 
Dr. Bragdon. He tried to take the place of 
father and mother, sister and brother. Mrs. 
Bragdon was his able assistant. Mrs. Shep- 
pard, Dr. Bragdon's sister, and her daughter 
Bess lent their aid to Mr. Sheppard in helping 
to entertain us; Emma Genn and Miss Blais- 
dell did their part. 

Thus, what might have been very trying and 
lonely days for some Texas school girls were 
made bright and happy. 

My dear Dr. Winslow, I cannot close this 
letter without telling you that the same gener- 
ous, warm-hearted friendliness was given me 
by you when I came many years later to Au- 
burndale, and to Lasell with my darling niece, 
Margaret Powell Hertig '14-T5, and her little 
brother Alexander. I want you to know that 
both of these children have made good. They 
are good citizens, and have a grateful appreci- 
ation of their school days in Massachusetts. 
You know that I have always counted among 
my richest blessings the years at Lasell. 

Pardon the length of this communication, 
but you know when Lasell girls get to rem- 
iniscing (my sister, Virginia Hogg Wynne 
'87-90, is with me now) they have no terminal 
facilities whatever. 

My love always to Miss Potter. Wishing 
you and Mrs. Winslow a very happy Christmas 
and many, many more years at Lasell, I am 
with affectionate regard, 

Your sincere friend, 

Mary Lulie Hogg, '88 
301 Lamar Street 
Fort Worth, Texas 




From time to time, persuasive student dele- 
gates have waited upon our Mile. LeRoyer 
hoping to induce her to "sit for a picture" for 
their year book or for a special copy of the 
Leaves, but she has steadfastly refused to be 

However, she now happily asks us, through 
the Personals Column, to thank the host of 
her "old girls" and new who so generously 
remembered her at the holiday season. These 
greetings and the personal word mean that 
throughout all the years you have been holding 
her in affectionate remembrance. Not with- 
standing a few of her loving and beloved "little 
savages" may still be pronouncing their French 
with a slight Spanish "vaca" accent, be as- 
sured Mile, deeply appreciates your courtesy 
and reciprocates your affectionate greetings. 

A note from Mariesta Howland '26 an- 
nounces her engagement to Mr. Elmer Jacques 
Bloom of Peoria, Illinois. Mariesta adds : "My 
fiance is an old friend of Josephine Milliken 
Roth's ('99) family, and Madeline Roth White 
'26 introduced us." The North Shore and 
Boston papers have given special space to 
the notice of this engagement. When we read 
over the long list of Mariesta's distinguished 
forebears, we exclaimed : this Lasell Alumna 
could not well escape her literary and musical 
gifts. Mr. Bloom is a graduate of Dartmouth 
College, his mother a daughter of Professor 
Asher of the University of Jena, and his father 
is a cousin of the present Premier of France. 

The October number of The Vermonter, the 
state magazine, published a prose-poem by 
Clara Austin Winslow entitled "A Summer 
Day on Brownington Hill." She refers to her 
friendly acquaintances among the village folk 
of earlier days ; mentions the venerable Stone 
House, built long, long, ago ; leads us into the 
old white church with its straight back pews ; 
and even to the village cemetery just outside, 
"so sunny and so still" ; but she introduces no 
minor note into her story. Repeatedly, the 
author's keen sense of humor finds a fitting 
place in this delightful sketch. May you read 

and enjoy with us Mrs. Winslow's "Summer 
Day on Brownington Hill." 

Mabel Rawlings '22 of Pittsfield is now 
serving professionally at Dr. Riggs' Sanitarium 
at Stockbridge, Mass. It was good of her to 
devote a portion of her "day off" to report at 
Lasell. She seemed well and thoroughly en- 
joying her vocation. 

Margaret Henderson Soule '05 with her usual 
commendable ambition, although mother of 
several college graduates, has recently decided 
to enter the University of Arizona, taking an 
advanced course in education. We learned 
from a recent issue of the Arizona Daily Star 
that Margaret was listed among the honor 
students in the College of Education. Lasell 
Junior College extends New Year's greetings 
and congratulations to this our Alumna, 
honored by the University of Arizona. 

Mary McConn Maguire '29 writes enthusi- 
astically from San Antonio, Texas, her new 
home city. She and her husband celebrated their 
holidays by visiting some of the picturesque 
places in Texas. Mary was especially happy 
to receive greetings at Christmastide from many 
of her college mates. 

Mary DeWolf '24 has sent to us an attractive 
picture of "Madonna and Angels" by Bou- 
guereau, with this explanation : "This painting 
reminds me of Lasell and the artist's gifted wife, 
our Elizabeth Gardner Bouguereau '56." Mrs. 
Bouguereau presented to her Alma Mater one 
of her own paintings, "The Judgment of Paris," 
which had been a prize winner at the French 

In a letter from Gertrude Early Winegar '84- 
'85 of Detroit, Michigan, she refers with ap- 
preciation to the cordial welcome extended her 
daughter, Marguerite, who recently visited her 
mother's college. Mrs. Winegar adds : "Recol- 
lections of my beloved Lasell, Dr. Bragdon and 
Miss Carpenter crowd my memory. I can 
never forget the beautiful sloping lawns, com- 
fort and pleasure of the school and delightful 
companionship." Mrs. Winegar enclosed a 
generous subscription to the Lasell Leaves, 



accompanying her check with expressions of 
her sincere admiration for our school paper. 

We have her word for it that Dorothy Hale 
'26 can't get over her lovely visit at Lasell 
last June. Well, Dorothy, it is a case of 
reciprocity. We too are still harking back 
with joy to those June days you spent at your 
college home. 

It is a sure sign of devotion when old girls 
from a distance will divide their day in Boston 
with Lasell ! That is just what Mary Jane 
Selby '35 and Kay Peck '35 did on February 
the sixth. Lasell takes this opportunity to 
thank these two successful secretaries for their 
courtesy in coming. Girls, we are eagerly 
anticipating your promised additional report 
concerning other members of your Connecticut 
Valley Lasell Club. 

Early in the year our Claire Parker Everett 
'23, now living in New Canaan, Conn., wrote 
expressing her wish to get in touch with the 
New York Lasell Club. We replied as quickly 
as possible and trust were in time to bring 
this esteemed graduate to the January meeting 
of the New York Club. Claire reports her 
frequent friendly meetings with Kitty Corn- 
stock Lavis '31. 

Inez Winslow, sister of our President, spent 
the Christmas holidays as the guest of Dr. and 
Mrs. Winslow. Miss Winslow has devoted 
her life to teaching. We were interested to 
learn that Mrs. Hooker, Helen Beede '21, and 
Mr. Ordway were former pupils of this es- 
teemed pedagogue. 

Through one of our graduates we have 
learned recently that Lila Woodbury Stearns 
'00-'02 is the owner and hostess at the historic 
Major John Pedrick House in Marblehead. 
I wonder if Mrs. Stearns knows that she and 
her sisters' room at Bragdon Hall is still 
designated as that of "the Woodbury sisters, 
daughters of the former governor of Vermont" ? 
This is always of special interest to girls from 
that state. Mrs. Stearns is so near, we hope 
that she will be moved to revisit her Alma Mater 
and notice the recent changes which we think 
are improvements at Lasell. 

Through the courtesy of Mr. Amesbury we 
quote an excerpt from a letter to him recently 
from Mrs. Annie Pinkham Allyn '02: "You 
may not remember that our dear Marjorie 
('26) lost her husband after a year of married 
life. I am bringing up her little son who was 
born shortly after his father's death. Marjorie 
has a position as dietetian in the Homeopathic 
Hospital here in Montreal. Kindly remember 
me to your wife and with good wishes for 
Lasell always, A. P. A." 

Bertha Libby Welles '06-07 kept her word 
and what a generous keeping it was : a lovely 
book of songs set to her own music, and 
"White Caps," a fascinating book of her own 
poems, as the name suggests, sea-inspired. We 
intend to acknowledge these more fully later, 
but for this time, Bertha, please accept our sin- 
cere appreciation and hearty thanks. 

A recent picture of Margaret Loomis Col- 
lingwood's ('21) little son and daughter adorns 
our desk. With the gift came this message from 
the mother: "How good it was to get back 
to Lasell last spring and especially to be re- 
membered by so many of you." 

While in Chicago during the holidays, we 
met Cecile Loomis Stuebing '22 and Gene 
Loomis '32, and to our joy learned these three 
sister graduates are planning a reunion at 
Lasell in June. 

We hear frequently over the radio and 
through the press of Charlotte Ridley's ('30) 
crowded concert program, but this twice- 
honored graduate of the Curtis School of Music, 
Philadelphia, takes time in the midst of her 
busy life to send this message : "So many times 
I think of the days at Lasell. They were days 
that have meant a great deal to me and I shall 
never forget them. Hope some day to return to 
the college if only to say 'Hello'. My very best 
wishes to all." 

Two stately palm trees growing beside a 
southern sea is the picture just received from 
Rosenda Cabrera Matheis '19, and below the 
etching this message : "I am now a tropical 
'Dove,' but have never forgotten my many 
happy days spent at Lasell." 



And this welcomed up-to-date report from 
our Mrs. Caroline Saunders, former member 
of Lasell's faculty : 

"Dear PERSONALS Editor: Mary (Saun- 
ders Houston '22-'23) and her family are well 
and little Carol, now four years of age, goes 
to kindergarten. Mary is the chairman of 
Production for the Red Cross of Delaware, 
and has charge of all the relief sewing done by 
the various units. I keep busy all the time and 
not a day passes but some thought of Lasell 
comes into my mind." 

President Winslow has always been a na- 
ture lover. Just now his special hobby is color 
photography. We take pleasure in quoting 
from one of Boston's daily papers the following 
excerpt : 

"Dr. Guy M. Winslow, president of Lasell 
Junior College, was the guest speaker of the 
combined meeting of the Congregational and 
Universalist Churches. President Winslow 
demonstrated his hobby, color photography, 
with a high-power machine, taking as his sub- 
jects many familiar spots throughout New 
England. He showed beautiful specimens of 
flowers, among them many orchids. Sunsets 
were immortalized on the glass plates and a 
colorful display of fireworks was among his 
unusual pictures. The intricacies and the sus- 
ceptibility of the plates were interestingly ex- 
plained by President Winslow before the pic- 
tures were shown." 

A business problem turned Helen Hart Lind's 
('18) attention to our Registrar. In order to 
be a member of the Lakewood, Ohio, College 
Club her Lasell credentials must be presented 
and Miss Irwin alone could furnish the needed 
record. Her friendly letter closes with : 

"I think often of you dear folk at Lasell, 
not to mention Miss Dolley who is close at 
hand. The realization of how tempus fugit (to 
speak in your language) comes to me very 
closely when my thirteen-year-old daughter 
talks of being a Lasellite herself. With kindest 
personal regards to you, Dr. and Mrs. Winslow, 

and others at the college who may remember 


H. H. L." 

Dr. Lyman Abbott, after vacationing with 
a group of "summer sinners" facetiously re- 
marked, "Some folk gauge their religious ob- 
servances by the oyster standard- — to be safely 
indulged in only during those months which 
omit the letter 'R'." There is one Lasell Club 
and doubtless there are others whose slogan 
is all for assisting and always extending a help- 
ing hand. This latest unofficial report from the 
Omaha-Council Bluffs Lasell Club to Dr. and 
Mrs. Winslow was sent by Zoe Hill Mayne '01. 

Mrs. Mayne writes : "We still have our 
grand Club and adore it. We are all so con- 
genial, have such good times together as well 
as accomplishing much for charity. When are 
you coming West again, Dr. Winslow? And 
please this time bring Mrs. Winslow with you. 

"I am living in hopes that I can visit my 
son's college, Dartmouth, this spring. If I 
can, I will come to Lasell too. Each year that 
passes makes my memories of my New Eng- 
land school-home more dear. My son is with 
the famous Barbary Coast Orchestra and went 
to South America last Christmas, to Bermuda 
at Easter and abroad this past summer." 

Mrs. Mayne also announces the marriage 
of her daughter, Marjorie '30-'31, to Mr. 
Thomas Scott Rawson, grandson of Gov. Al- 
bert Cummins of Iowa, on December 29th in 
St. Paul's Episcopal Church, Council Bluffs. 

We are indebted to Mr. and Mrs. Mayne for 
this message and Lasell extends felicitations to 
Mr. and Mrs. Rawson. 

What a glad surprise to receive a word from 
Hazel Small Kelley '24, whose present address 
is 708 Cumberland Drive, Waukesha, Wiscon- 
sin. Her closing sentence proves that we are 
"far behind the times" for Hazel writes : "Two 
White Doves for Lasell, Marilyn, ten and 
Elaine, eight." 

Priscilla Alden Wolfe '19 is quite out of 
sight, but never for long out of our minds. Her 



latest communication tells of an enthusiastic 
unofficial Lasell reunion in her New Hamp- 
shire home, when President Phyllis Rafferty 
Shoemaker '22, Treasurer Marion Ordway 
Corley '11 and Vice President Helen Perry '24 
were her guests. Priscilla announced her good 
intention to be present at the L. A. A. Mid- 
winter Reunion held on Saturday, February 
13, at The Pioneer Y. W. C. A. in Boston. 

Our Alumna, Anna Blackstock, beloved 
member of the Class of 1906, is at present 
enjoying a furlough in the States. Her sister, 
Constance '09, of our faculty, is substituting 
for her as principal of a young women's school 
in Moradabad, India. We are earnestly hoping 
that Anna will find her way home to Lasell 
during her sabbatical year. 

Ida Murphy Mackes '30 : Your message and 
the amorous greeting from that dear baby 
boy, now no longer a baby, furnished us with 
a prolonged holiday thrill. Our thanks to both 
mother and son. 

Just at Commencement time when her class 
is celebrating its fifth reunion at Lasell, Kath- 
erine Hartman '32, as she expresses it, will be 
"at the other side of the continent." Her father 
is planning a grand tour for Katherine and 
her sister. Their itinerary includes Florida, 
Mexico and the West Coast. Kay regrets her 
enforced absence and so do we, but with our 
expression of regret we also extend congratu- 
lations and a safe journey to these favored 

A short greeting from Helen Duncan Peter- 
son '26, but how we prize every word of it : 
"Although my thoughts wander back to Lasell 
days throughout the year, the holiday season 
always gives me an opportunity to express my 
appreciation for what those days have meant 
to me. Long Live Lasell !" 

Lasell's loving congratulations to Mr. and 
Mrs. Norman MacCuspie (Marjorie Winslow 
'28) over the birth of a little son, Robert Win- 
slow. With the advent of this second grand- 
son of our President and Mrs. Winslow, and 
Mrs. McDonald still rejoicing over the birth of 

her second grandson, we are just wondering 
if Lasell Junior College of the future will not 
become perforce co-educational. 

February 17, Mary Elizabeth McNulty Mc- 
Nair '32, accompanied by her husband made 
their initial call at Lasell. They are gradually 
getting to like their New England home town, 
Springfield, Mass., and to our joy readily 
promised that they will make a speedy return 
to L. J. C. 

Miss Dorothy Shank and Miss Frances 
Dolley are always among our New Year's 
callers through their written word. Miss 
Shank's greeting came from her Cleveland 
headquarters. Miss Dolley, also a Clevelander, 
was just "taking off" to California for her 
Christmas holidays. One of Miss Dolley's 
Lasell faculty friends, upon learning of Miss 
Dolley's itinerary, exclaimed, "Truly, Frances 
Dolley plans a transcontinental trip as casu- 
ally as a Lasell resident would run into Boston." 

Helen Crego '30 certainly strikes a joyous 
note in the opening line of her letter : "Happi- 
ness has been scheduled for me in 1937. Mother 
announced my engagement December 19th to 
Mr. John MacMurray of Morris Plains, N. J. 
We are planning to be married in May. 

"The one dark cloud which prevents my 
happiness being complete is that I lost my dear 
father July 3d. Time helps but does not wholly 

"I have not been back to Lasell since my 
graduation. Some day I shall return to see 
you all and hope I shall have the opportunity 
to introduce to you Mr. MacMurray. Re- 
member me to Miss Blackstock, Miss Hoag and 
others of the Lasell family." 

A February issue of the Brockton Daily 
Enterprise contained a fine tribute to our Kath- 
leen Knight '11 and her literary successes. 
The reporter confessed it was difficult to realize 
that this charming and gracious lady who wel- 
comed him to her father's house was the 
famous author of hair-raising mystery stories, 
with their scenes laid on a desolate island off 
Cape Cod. After attending Lasell Junior Col- 



lege, this writer-embryo took courses in jour- 
nalism and publicity. The Leaves has previ- 
ously referred to the success of Kathleen's 
first story, "Death Blew Out the Match." In 
a book review the New York Times said, 
"There is every reason to believe that Miss 
Knight is destined to take her place along with 
Mignon G. Eberhart, Mary Roberts Rinehart 
and Dorothy Sawyers." Lasell's congratula- 
tions to Kathleen Knight, and for ourselves 
some satisfaction that we had a little part in 
the early training of this gifted author. 

The Personals Editor learned during her 
visit in Chicago of the sad and sudden passing 
of Nancy Jane Mackie '29. From the beautiful 
tributes paid to the memory of this our former 
college mate, we have selected an excerpt 
from an editorial which appeared in the Illinois 
State Journal. 

"Miss Mackie took part in various charitable 
and civic undertakings, but her interest in the 
people of Springfield extended far beyond those 
activities. She had the genius for winning the 
respect and friendship of all. To everyone she 
was the same smiling, happy girl, full of the 
joy of living, and while this sharpens the bitter- 
ness of her passing, it also gives those who 
knew and loved her the comforting realization 
that Nancy Jane Mackie received from life its 
utmost value." 

Many "old girls" have fallen easily and 
happily into the habit of calling our Ella 
Richardson Gushing '73 by the intimate title, 
"Mother" Cushing. Her last letter to our 
President bears this her now accepted signa- 
ture. Mrs. Cushing's message was written 
just after her return to the Miami home. As 
has been her lifelong habit, she began at once 
to be busy about her Alma Mater's business, 
prefacing her report by referring to Dr. 
Winslow's special courtesy in introducing her 
to the entire school at the lecture session on 
the day of her arrival at Lasell. From her 
letter we quote : 

"And now I might tell you of an interesting 
incident which happened on my trip from 

Boston to Baltimore. The chair in front of 
me on the train was occupied by a very cour- 
teous gentleman. After a while, in conversa- 
tion he told me he was born in Quincy, Mass., 
and was to visit a brother in New Jersey. He 
also mentioned that he was soon to sail for 
Paris, where he had lived for forty years. I 
spoke of my beloved Lasell and of Elizabeth 
Gardner Bouguereau '56. He said he had 
met her, also her husband, and then told me 
his mother was a Lasellian. She was Mary 
A. Beal of Worcester— Mrs. J. O. Holden, 
1858. He gave me his card, Mr. Walter Beale 
Holden, 7 Rue Raynouard, Paris. Mr. Holden 
added he had known Lasell girls of later years ; 
among them was Elizabeth Eddy Holden '88 
of New Bedford. 

"Anything I can do for you or for Lasell, 
don't hesitate to let me know. With loving 
appreciation for all you are and have been to 

Mother Cushing." 

A recent name on Lasell's list of callers 
is Anna Kendig Peirce '80, fully recovered 
from her first real illness in over forty 
years — a remarkable record. Our congratula- 
tions to this dear Alumna. Accompanying Mrs. 
Peirce to Lasell was her daughter, Mildred 
Peirce Fuller '06, still one of the most active 
and most effective officers in the Boston Y. 
W. C. A. 

Miss Witherbee's unexpected appearance at 
Lasell's Mid-winter Reunion proved a glad 
surprise to her former pupils and faculty associ- 
ates. We of the Old Guard are glad that in 
the supreme court of loving hearts there is no 
age limit. Those of us on the western slope 
call back to you who are still far east of the 
Great Divide. If, in your dear eyes, we still 
seem fit, we lovingly hold you responsible. 
Your unfailing kindnesses through the years 
have helped to make and keep us in heart, 
young and happy. Celia Thaxter was prophet 
as well as poet in declaring, "There shall be 
eternal summer in the grateful heart." 

Peggy Boyd Greene '30 of Gloversville, New 



York, prefaces her business letter with this 
friendly challenge : "It's a long time since I have 
been to call on you, and no doubt you have 
forgotten me, but no Lasellite could ever for- 
get you." 

After kindly calling our attention to a possi- 
ble future Lasell girl, Peg adds: 

"I have kept busy since my graduation in 
1930, have been my father's satisfactory book- 
keeper (due to my training at Lasell). The 
summer of 1935 I toured England, Scotland 
and Wales with a friend. We rented a car and 
motored merrily around England and then 
went over to Paris. 

"In September I was married. We have a 
very lovely new home and are enjoying it. Plan 
to return to Lasell before long and will bring 
my husband with me. I hope you have lots 
and lots of Little White Doves this year !" 

Peggy, your hopes have materialized for 
Lasell this year has the largest enrollment 

The latest good news from Lillian Thrasher 
'34 came to us through our Assistant Dean, 
Mrs. MacDonald. Lillian writes : "I was 
graduated from Acadia in May ; and am now 
on the staff in the children's department of 
the Elmwood (R. I.) Library. Hope to get 
to Lasell before long." 

Dorothy Sprague '20 : Your news item 
pleases but doesn't surprise us. Our efficient 
"Dot" is now assistant manager of the Cos- 
mopolitan Club in New York City. Her present 
address is 36 Gramercy Park, N. Y. C. 

Marjorie Gifford Grimm '22 writes : "During 
these silent weeks we have had a busy time 
remodeling our house. We had such a happy 
summer. Nancy and I attended a girls' camp, 
Nancy as a camper and I as manager of the 
camp dining room and music counsellor. 
Couldn't help but think of how my training at 
Lasell has fitted into my life again and again 
and how much I have appreciated the ex- 
periences of those school days. Gifford attend- 
ed a boys' camp nearby and Daddy visited 
us weekends. In August we went to Nova 

Scotia and had a delightful time watching 
the progress of my husband's client, who is 
digging for treasure. Nothing was found this 
summer, but they hope to discover the hidden 
treasure next year. The stories relating to 
it seem to be quite authentic and furnish a basis 
for the hope. 

"We think of you and Lasell often and if 
all goes well, I shall be present at my Fifteenth 
Reunion this coming June." 

Mrs. George Angus Douglass, Jr., happily 
remembered at Lasell as Frances Findlay '35, 
is much interested in the new Register of 
Graduates. She wisely suggests : "My present 
address is 32 High Street, New Haven, but for 
a permanent address would use the homestead 
one, Stonington, Conn." 

We are also indebted to Frances for this 
added information: Norma Keller '31 is now 
Mrs. W. Frank Coulthart, 111 West Walnut 
Street, Oneida, New York. Norma is now 
actively engaged in caring for her wee son, 
born in September. 

The Methodist Church at large has been 
bereaved in the passing of Bishop Wilbur P. 
Thirkield, and Lasell has suffered a personal 
loss in the death of this educator, administra- 
tor and bishop, whose wife, the late Mary 
Haven Thirkield '74-76, and daughter, Helen 
Thirkield Cook '11, were former Lasell stu- 
dents. We unite with a large circle of friends 
in extending our deepest sympathy to our 
bereaved Alumna, Mrs. Cook, and her family. 

That was a gracious word received from 
Emma George Newhall '73 of East Brookfield, 
Mass., following her recent visit to our col- 
lege. Miss Helen Littlefield '72 also returned 
thanks for Lasell's delightful hospitality. These 
expressions of appreciation were gratefully 
received by their friends in residence ! 

For several years Mr. E. J. Winslow, Lasell's 
former registrar and head of our science de- 
parment, has been Moderator of the town of 
Chesterfield, N. H. He has recently been 
elected to the New Hampshire State Legis- 
lature. Lasell Junior College is happy to ex- 


tend its congratulations to Mr. Winslow and "I expect to be in Chicago for a few days 

especially to the state of New Hampshire, and would like to get in touch with my 

which has secured the valuable services of classmates, Barbara Jones Bates '14 and Lena 

Lasell's Vice-President. There are two "Win- Vee Kelley Stone '14. It has been a long time 

slows" in the N. H. Legislature and our Mr. since I have seen any Lasell girl — old or 

E. J. Winslow's official title is "Winslow of new! 

Chesterfield." Rep. and Mrs. Winslow spent "My oldest son, Jack, graduates from 

a weekend at Lasell recently as guests of Lafayette College in June, and Jill is in her 

President and Mrs. G. M. Winslow. third year at the Pennsylvania School of In- 

Mr. and Mrs. William Balch Durand's (May dustrial Art. She is studying interior decorating 

Hagar '90-'91) permanent address is 6335 and loves it. Payne is a sophomore in high 

Sherwood Road, Overbrook, Philadelphia. La- school and Alice is in fourth grade in the 

sell is still anticipating a visit from these es- Friend's School. 

teemed Philadelphia friends. "I am counting on paying a very much 

From far-away Moradabad, India, Constance delayed visit to Lasell in February and you 

E. Blackstock '09 sends an appealing picture may be sure that I am looking forward to it 

entitled "The Blind See", from a drawing by eagerly." 

Wal Paget, based upon a photograph from an Elizabeth Robertson Breed '06-'07 was our 
Indian mission hospital of a man whose sight table-mate at the L. A. A. Luncheon. She re- 
had just been restored. We quote a line or two tains her schoolgirl vivacity and as usual had 
from the accompanying poem by J. C. Winslow a good word for everyone. From Elizabeth 
of Poona: we learned that Adele Kimball '27-'29 was 

recently elected president of the Junior Aid 

NEW EYES Society of Lynn. According to this fellow 

I never knew the stars could hold townsman, Adele is doing a splendid bit of 

Such mysteries as they now unfold ; work for the under-privileged children of Lynn, 

I never knew the tumbling rills Swampscott and Marblehead. One item alone 

Could wake such music in the hills; in her budget was that she had provided over 

I knew the world was passing fair, ,, . , ,,, f .„ - ,, , 

„ ^ ,, , , ,, one thousand bottles of milk for these needy 

But not that angels sojourned there. J 

little ones. 

A January number of the Glendale (Calif.) A worthwhile message from ex-President 

News Press contained a fine picture of Mary Barbara King, life secretary of the Class of 

Wagner, now a student at Stanford University. 1935 : 

Mary is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. San- "This year has gone so very fast and before 

ford Wagner, and granddaughter of our Mr. we know it all of your 'old' Doves will be 

and Mrs. William S. Wagner (Mary Ransom back with you again for the reunions in June. 

Wagner '74-'76). Lasell also received greet- I made a good resolution to drive up for the 

ings from Martha Hazelet Crooks '10, daugh- annual Midwinter Reunion but the day of the 

ter of Sarah Ransom Hazelet '75-79. These luncheon, Mother and I were just 'landing' 

greetings brought afresh to our minds the Ran- having been on a trip to Nassau. We did 

som- Wagner family, who for many years were have such fun together there and it certainly 

officially identified with our college, and whose seemed good to again enjoy warm weather 

friendly personalities made a most valuable and summer clothes, 

contribution to the life of Lasell in their day. "The Class of 1935 has some important 

To Dr. Winslow, Dorothy Payne Whiteway announcements to make. On July 6, 1936, our 

'14 sends this word: Class Baby, Barbara, was born to Marjorie 



Bouvier Reed. Marjorie writes that our class 
banner is now on the nursery wall and at night 
Barbara loves to sit in her crib and sort of 
gurgles at the banner. I am sure that when 
Barbara grows older she will appreciate the 
sentiment that goes with it. On December 17, 
1936, twin sons, Richard Weston and Robert 
Williams, were born to Thelma Larkin Frost. 

"Diana Gardner is in New York studying 
art as she had always wanted to do. This 
Christmas I met Sally Swanson and Lilly 
Tobias in Hartford. When we sailed for 
Nassau little Ruth Fischer came down to the 
boat to see us off, and how good it seemed 
to see someone from school again. 

"I am hoping to see you all soon. Please 
give my very best regards to all the Lasell 
friends and a big embrassade for Mile. We of 
'35 think of Miss Eliasson as belonging to our 
class only, and please give her our united 

B. W. K. 

We did not have the joy of meeting Janet 
Price '33 at the Chicago Lasell Club mid-winter 
reunion, but we did have a little visit 
with her in her fine place of business at 
Marshall Field's. On one memorable wintry 
day this gracious L. W. D. sent to our Evans- 
ton home a floral offering so varied and beau- 
tiful it made for us those December days as 
pleasant as June. 

A letter from Miss Grace Austin, descriptive 
of the beauties of Oregon, always fills us with 
a longing to see this state of her adoption. 
Perhaps some day we may follow her sug- 
gestion and Horace Greeley's advice and take 
off on a "Westward-Ho" journey. 

We have come to classify our treasurer and 
his family in a fine sense as sea-faring folk 
because of their fondness for the sea. How fit- 
ting that this year Mr. and Mrs. Amesbury's 
greeting should carry with it a lovely etching 
of a sailing vessel, "Ann McKim of Baltimore, 
First American Clipper." 

It's some thiry years since Edna Rogers 
Carlisle '05 was graduated from Lasell Junior 

College. During all these years she has kept 
in loyal touch with her Alma Mater. We 
gratefully acknowledge her recently received 
greeting, and urgently suggest a follow-up on 
her part by a return in person to her old school 
home and the "Old Guard," one member of 
whom still claims her as one of her L. W. D.'s. 
We are now greatly pleased to own a sample 
of Cornelia Stone's ('10) weaving, which 
handicraft has won for her more than local 
fame. And with the dainty gift came a greet- 
ing card picturing this artist seated at her 
loom. Many thanks and continued success to 
this dear weaver. 

Mrs. Edith Burke Wells '02-'03 has kindly 
furnished our office with the present address of 
Eleanor Percy Irish '02-'03 (North Street, 
Bath, Maine). Mrs. Wells is spending her 
third winter at Melbourne Beach, Florida, and 
has her daughter, Betty Wells Furneaux '29, 
as her next-door neighbor. Betty is soon 
expecting a visit from Peggy Heath '29, her 
former Lasell roommate. 

Evanston, Illinois, always seems to us in- 
complete with some of the members of the 
Arthur B. Jones family missing: Florence 
Jones Allen '12 is away off in Birmingham, 
Michigan; Margaret '11, with her husband, 
Prof. Rudolph A. Clemen, a member of the 
faculty at Washington University, Seattle ; 
and dear Ida Jones Hayden '05, whose sudden 
death occurred several years ago. One sister, 
Mabel Jones Wilker '01-'02 and her husband 
still reside in Evanston. Mabel graciously re- 
ceived us in her beautiful home nearby the 
University, where we affectionately talked 
over the missing members of her dear family, 
and learned that Ida's little son is living with 
his father in their California home. 

Eleanor Ramsdell '35, private secretary and 
personal budget-keeper, is still in close touch 
with her Alma Mater. To Dr. Winslow, she 
writes: "After completing my training at the 
Fairchild Business School in Worcester, I was 
placed in a position as private secretary to 
Mr. Rowland H. Cobb, director of the 



Wyonegonic Girls Camp. It is a great organi- 
zation. The work is fascinating. In summer we 
transfer to the lovely camp in Denmark, Maine. 
I am delighted with the work and salary. I am 
faithfully budgeting my personal income and 
also getting a grand thrill in watching my 
bank account grow. If any Lasell parents of 
a boy or girl are looking for a summer camp, 
send them to Wyonegonic. Barbara Young '35 
is now working with Jackson & Curtis, Boston 
brokers. Our Worcester Club is coming along 
splendidly. Dorothy Inett '30 has made a 
grand president. We enjoy our meetings at 
the Bancroft so much — I haven't missed one 
yet. I am planning to go to the Boston re- 
union on the 13th, and am looking forward to 
seeing you and my Lasell friends." 

Miss Caroline Chase of Augusta, Me., was 
a delegate to the fall meeting of the Federation 
of Women's Clubs held at the Hotel Ven- 
dome. Miss Chase's loyalty brought her to our 
college as Mrs. MacDonald's guest. This form- 
er member of our faculty was for thirteen sum- 
mers field secretary for Lasell Junior College. 
Miss Chase occupies a conspicuous place in 
the music circles of Maine. 

Our latest word from Virginia Hinshaw 
Wilks '31 : "I am always interested in Lasell's 
progress and its girls. Please keep me in- 
formed." Dear Ginny: The Leaves and the 
Lasell News will largely answer your friendly 
inquiry. By the way, the News has lately 
published several valuable editorials by Dean 
Lichliter. These will, we are sure, meet with 
your hearty approval. 

We have Kay Tufts Weise's ('27) written 
word that she is looking forward to a return 
to Lasell when she hopes her husband will 
accompany her. She writes : "I wish my hus- 
band to visit the college where I spent so many 
happy hours." Thank you, Kay, for this 
pleasant prospect for Lasell as well as for you. 
We need not assure you that Lasell's cordial 
welcome awaits you and Mr. Weise. 

Mrs. Frank T. Morse (Ethel Vance, '14) 
has wandered far from her eastern home and 

is now residing in Los Angeles. (HI South 
Poinsettia Place.) For the past five years, 
Ethel has been "Marian Manners," Director 
of The Times Home Institute, conducting a 
cooking class each week and a daily column in 
The Times. Lasell's congratulations to this 
our able director on the West Coast. 

Sarah Fletchall, '31, did not say so, but we 
feel quite safe in surmising that her gifted 
hands designed and executed the dainty card 
which came to us at the holiday season. Sarah, 
we thank you, and are filled with a friendly 
curiosity to know how life fares with you 
these days. Kindly satisfy us. 

To Mrs. Hooker, Katharine MacLean, '30, 
writes : 

"I often think of my days at Lasell and wish 
that I could come back for a visit. Have been 
working in Camden, N. J. (just across the 
Delaware River from Philadelphia) for almost 
a year for the Monarch Life Insurance Com- 
pany as cashier and secretary, and enjoy the 

A note of inquiry comes from Mrs. Edwin 
Styron, mother of Martha Styron Haney, '28. 
She asks for the address of the New York 
Lasell Club. Her daughter is now at Fort 
Jay, Governors Island, N. Y., and would like 
to get in touch with the local club. Martha's 
little daughter, Suzanne, was born Thanks- 
giving Day, Nov. 28, 1935. 

Our regret in reporting Barbara Hinckley 
Hubbard's ('34) wedding is that we cannot re- 
print the whole story. In so many cases a like 
embarrassment has been ours. We are indebted 
to Helen Burwell, '33, maid-of-honor, for the 
fascinating report. Mary Fitch, '34, of Evans- 
ton, 111., was in the bridal party. Barbara's 
new name and address is Mrs. Charles C. Hub- 
bard, 3741 Collingwood Street, Detroit, Michi- 
gan. We are grateful to Helen for the fine 
account of the wedding and gladly share her 
cordial greetings sent to her Lasell friends. 

We missed Jane Spear Wender, '33, from 
the Chicago Lasell Luncheon. In her absence 
she sent to the Personals Editor a substitute in 
the shape of a modernistic a la cubist family 



group picture, very unique and arresting. But, 
dear L. W. D., we find it difficult to differen- 
tiate between Judith and Joan. Please let us 
have a more recent picture of these, your fu- 
ture little Lasell twins. 

What blessed alchemists are these wee ones, 
whose advent transforms the dullest days into 

September 30 — A daughter, Constance, to 
Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Foley (Helen Fitch, 

November 14 — a daughter, Bobbie Lou, to 
Mr. and Mrs. Robert Massey (Roberta Davis, 

December 17 — a son, Robert Clark, to Mr. 
and Mrs. H. Hey ward Fryling (Betty Clark, 

December 17 — twins sons, Richard and Rob- 
ert, to Mr. and Mrs. Edward Frost (Thelma 
Larkin, '35). 

December 26 — a daughter, Jane Howard, to 
Mr. and Mrs. James K. Cullen (Helen Adams, 

January 5 — a daughter, Elizabeth Ann, to 
Mr. and Mrs. William L. Riederer (Helen 
Morgan, '30). 

January 16 — a son, Joseph Laurence, to Mr. 
and Mrs. J. Laurence Black (Gwendolyn Mc- 
Donald, '18-28). 

January 19 — a son, Gilbert Stebbins II, to 
Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Shaw (Helen Tracy, 

January 31 — a son, Charles Dallas, to Mr. 
and Mrs. Ernest Spigner (Carolyn Sproat, 

February 9 — a son, Robert Winslow, to Mr. 
|and Mrs. Norman MacCuspie (Marjorie Wins- 
low, '28). 

On our President's bulletin board is a fine 
picture of Janet Kennedy, '30-'32. The fol- 
lowing appeared in a Portland daily paper : 
i '"Miss Janet Kennedy will be hostess to the 
Portland Lasell Literary Club at her home on 
jKenmore Street, Edna Goodrich (Lasell, '32- 
V33) assisting." Janet is also Secretary-Treas- 
kirer of the Portland Lasell Club. 

In a note to Mr. Schwab, Charlotte Russell 
Morrison, '26, regrets missing one of Professor 
Schwab's valuable recitals and adds : 

"It is difficult for me to get away during 
the week, being employed now in social service 
work, which requires a great deal of time. Am 
also spending three nights a week as a student 
of Hindu Philosophy at the Vendanta Centre. 

"Spent my vacation in Chicago with Victoria 
Jackson Wilkinson, '25-'26. She is doing some 
interesting composing in light numbers. I have 
spent little time at the piano, but hope to make 
music an avocation — sometime ! Success to you 
in your work." 

Evelyn Ladd Rublee, '28, has sent in the 
name of a possible candidate for our college, 
who will be ready to enroll some fifteen years 
hence, — Cynthia Ann, "Laddie's" little daugh- 
ter who came to Mr. and Mrs. Rublee on 
November 27th, a Thanksgiving gift. Yes, dear 
Evelyn, we are enjoying your cousin, Mary 
Irish, '38, of Glen Ridge, N. J. For you and 
your happy family, Lasell's congratulations. 

Bette Clark, '35, sends to us from "away 
down South" a brief but bright greeting. Bette, 
we are interested to learn just what you are 
"up to" in Florida's temperate zone. Whatever 
your mission, may success attend you. 

We share with Theresa Thompson Osborne, 
'22, her opening expression of surprise at the 
passing of time. She writes: "Can it be pos- 
sible that my class has its Fifteenth Reunion 
next June! How very busy and interesting 
these intervening years have been ! My son is 
now nine years old and my daughter will be 
six in January. I live twenty miles from New 
York City in a delightful town of five thousand 
people. There is an exceptionally pleasant 
community life here, and several worthwhile 
activities, which I enjoy. Shall make a special 
effort to be back at Lasell in June. I wish for 
Lasell the best of everything in 1937." 

Mariesta Howland, '26, writes: "I think you, 
who have always been kind enough to be inter- 
ested in my 'career', will be pleased to learn 
that I recently received a copy of an anthology 
of love-poems, 'The Candle in the Heart,' 



edited by Professor Alta Van Home of the 
Salem Teachers' College, West Virginia, in 
which are included two poems of mine, 'Woman 
in Love' and 'The Crooked Stick,' both pub- 
lished in Good Housekeeping some time ago. 

"I leave this week on a trip to Chicago and 
plan to make a side journey to Peoria, Illinois, 
where I shall probably meet Madeleine Roth 
White, '26. Can't you imagine the reminiscing 
we will do? 

"Kind remembrances to Senora, Mademoi- 
selle and all my friends at the college." 

Here is a new idea and gift-suggestion all 
in one : a former Lasellite reports that one of 
her most appreciated Christmas gifts was a 
year's subscription to the Leaves and Lasell 
News, given to her by a present member of 
our faculty. 

Any word from Amelia Watson, '80, is al- 
ways welcomed. She closes her recent letter 
with this loyal testimony : "My love for Lasell 
and the recollections of the delightful experi- 
ences of my Lasell days are among my most 
cherished memories." 

We upbraided Arlene Kerr, '36, and Jean 
Siff, '36, for their tardy appearance at Lasell 
but their excuses were acceptable. Jean is now 
at Tufts College and her sister, Leona, '33-'36, 
is at Michigan University receiving honorable 
mention because of her good work. Arlene's 
time is, as the English would say, "bespoken" 
by a successful young business man. You will 
find the sequel to this announcement in the 
engagement column of the Leaves. 

Accompanying her report of the New York 
Lasell Club's recent successful reunion, Flor- 
ence Boehmcke Simes, '23, adds a postscript 
to the Personals Editor. She promises to be at 
her class's Fifteenth Reunion in June, 1938. 
The minor note in her message is that through 
Olga Hammel, '23, she has learned of the seri- 
ous illness of Esther Pizzini, '23, and of 
Esther's double bereavement in the loss of two 
members of her immediate family. Lasell's 
tenderest sympathy is extended to this former 

Mary Godard Hadley, '21-'23, her husband, 
mother and friend were among our earliest 
visitors this year. They are as keenly interest- 
ed in Lasell as ever. Mary's sister-in-law, 
Elsie Dresser, '38, is one of our new juniors. 
The welcome these Hartford delegates received 
from the Connecticut state representatives now 
enrolled at Lasell was delightful to see and 
hear ! 

The Lasell girls of her day will be glad to 
know that Clementina Butler, '80-'81, has 
passed successfully through a recent operation 
on her eyes. We were surprised when we 
learned that this gifted former student did not 
allow her temporary blindness to interrupt her 
valuable contributions to the press. Several of 
her most inspiring articles appeared in the sec- 
ular and religious papers during her sightless 

The Personals Editor declares should she 
write up in full her joyful experience at that 
Chicago Lasell Club Reunion, the Leaves 
would be forced to issue a supplement. For 
her it was a delightful occasion from beginning 
to end. Inquiries were repeatedly made as to 
the where and how-abouts of Miss Witherbee, 
'82. M. P. W. is well and at her home in Sea- 
ford, Delaware. Her outside interests center 
especially in the town library and church, and 
through the written word she is keeping in 
touch with her many Lasell "old girl" friends. 

Emily Shiff Dunn's ('80-'82) season's greet- 
ings came to several of her Lasell friends- 
through the courtesy of Barbara Vail Bosworth, 
'05. We thank Mrs. Dunn for the attractive 
cards and Barbara for forwarding them. We 
are glad to report that Mrs. Bosworth is now 
fast recovering from her prolonged attack of 
grippe. From her we also received the latest 
good news and greeting from Miss Emily 

We were glad to welcome Eleanor Smith, 
'26-'27, to the college after an absence of ten 
years. Her call was not altogether a social 
one, for she is interested in entering a younger] 
sister, now a high school pupil, in Lasell for 
the coming year. Our new course in Merchan- 



dising is making a very special appeal to this 
possible new Lasell girl. 

Hulda Mathews McKnight, '18, writes to 
our President : "For the past year and a half 
I have been working in the Rochester Museum 
of Arts and Sciences as a docent. It is by 
far the most interesting work I have ever done 
and I am most enthusiastic about it. At some 
time in the near future a much better position 
as assistant in education will be available. It 
has been suggested to me that I try for this 
position. In order to get it I must pass a civil 
service examination, and one of the require- 
ments is that I have a letter of recommendation 
from the heads of the schools I have attended." 

We are quite sure that President Winslow 
readily added his word of hearty approval. 
Our congratulations to Huldah for her past 
progress, and we prophesy for this scholarly 
Alumna uninterrupted success. 

Mrs. Hooker keeps in close and friendly 
relations with Gail Gordon, '34, who writes en- 
thusiastically of a new position which she has 
taken with a law firm in Springfield. Gail also 
mentioned meeting Miss Rachdorf when she 
visited the New England Mutual offices this 

Lasell's faculty is still holding in tender and 
sympathetic remembrance this former associate, 
Miss Rachdorf, whose dear mother lost her 
life in an automobile accident in the early fall. 

It was good news brought to us direct from 
Margaret Newman, '28, by her aunt and uncle, 
Dr. and Mrs. Bartlett of West Orange, N. J. 
Margaret is now in partnership with her father. 
Margaret, we always think of you especially on 
April 19 wben we recall that on that day one 
of your courageous forbears had the privilege 
of hanging out the lanterns on the tower of 
the Old North Church, a signal which started 
Paul Revere on his historic ride. 

When Mrs. Evan Urquhart of Woonsocket, 
R. I., was visiting her daughter Ruth, '38, re- 
cently at Lasell we found that her escort was 
none other than our Mildred Hamlin, '26. We 
captured this graduate long enough to learn 
that seven of her post graduate years she spent 

as first-aid nurse and secretary to an employ- 
ment manager in Slatersville, R. I. She spent 
two years at Daytona Beach and is now happy 
at home with her mother, but later they expect 
to spend the winter touring in California. 

Was there ever anyone more original along 
her line than our little music supervisor Lor- 
raine Lombard, '31 ? Her Christmas card read : 
"Holidays," and below, "words and music by 
L. L." Just a bar or two of her song followed, 
but it sent the music ringing in our hearts. 

Clara Nims, '07, for many years librarian at 
the Watertown (N. Y.) Children's Library, 
has made a new departure. We found among 
the holiday books one entitled "Cowboys and 
Roundups," an illustrated story of two chil- 
dren's experiences on a western ranch ; the 
author, Clara Felt Nims. Miss Nims has turned 
her own experience of a summer on a ranch 
into a story for the entertainment of her little 

Dorothy Inett, '30 and Julia Case, '32, were 
among our vacation callers. Dorothy is en- 
thusiastic over the Worcester Lasell Club and 
Julia was. working during the holiday season 
with a Hartford florist. Julia's intensive train- 
ing in landscape gardening must have well 
fitted her for this temporary new departure. 

We were pleased to receive even this brief 
word from Christine Murphy Stone, '33, whose 
present address is 11-A Manley Street, Augus- 
ta, Maine. Christine has fully recovered from 
her serious illness and is busy caring for her 
ten months' old son, Robert Arthur. 

To Mr. Schwab, Betty Barker, '34, writes: 
"For a time I substituted for a church at Rich- 
mond Hill, L. I. I went every day from two- 
thirty until ten-thirty at night and tried to sand- 
wich in lessons and classes between times. I 
was both organist and choir director, and en- 
joyed the work very much. A member of out- 
college faculty has advised me to work for a 
degree in music, and I am considering it." 
Betty, we all wish you success. 

Esther Underwood Evans, '14, sends special 
ereetines to Dr. and Mrs. Winslow and adds, 

o o 

"I can never forget how much I enjoyed my 



year at Dr. and Mrs. Winslow's home. In my 
day the president's home was in part a senior 

Doris Jones Hayes, '35, is now residing in 
Wellesley Hills. This bride has already re- 
ported at Lasell in person, and promises fre- 
quent returns. 

It is difficult to realize that Clara MacDonald 
Dealey's ('14) son is of college age. This 
seventeen-year-old collegiate has just made the 
National Honor Society. Clara's thirteen-year- 
old daughter is a champion horseback rider. 
Mr. and Mrs. Dealey also ride often, but, as 
Clara explains, "just for the fun of it." 

Do you remember Irvina Pomeroy Cooper, 
'18 — one of Lasell's Alumnae who later was 
graduated from a dental college? We met her 
in Chicago and her rather taxing profession has 
not worn on her, for she is certainly looking 
younger than when she was a student at Lasell. 

In a letter from Irene Ball Sill, T5, she ex- 
presses appreciation of Lasell's welcome ex- 
tended to her daughter, Martha, '38. It has 
been a joy to serve this new member of our 
junior class and the daughter of one of our 
most esteemed graduates. 

We answer "Yes, indeed" to Virginia 
Ripley's ('34) modest query: "Thought you 
might be interested to know that I entered 
training the September after graduation at the 
Homeopathic Hospital in Providence, and on 
January first will have completed my work at 
the Yale School of Nursing in New Haven, 
Conn. Will then return to Providence and hope 
to graduate next September from the training 
school there. Am thinking seriously now of 
working for a degree at Columbia. I hope 
to be at Lasell this year to renew friendships." 

wish to submit the following names of Lasell 
girls who have been selected as members of 
these committees : 

Membership Committee: 

Adrienne E. Smith, 23, Chairman 
Treasurer and Secretary of the Lasell 
Alumnae, Inc. 

June Committee: 

Marietta Chase Stedfast, '24, Chairman 

Ruth Colter Bierer, '12 

Natalie Park, '32 

Ruth Dinsmore Tilton, '23 

Marian Tirrell Patterson, '19- '20 


In the report of "The Annual Meeting of 
the Lasell Alumnae, Inc.," as published in the 
August issue of the Lasell Leaves, there was 
an error in the naming of members of the June 
and Membership Committees for the year 1937. 
The Alumnae regret this mis-statement and 


January 9, 1937 

Today the Chicago Lasell Club held a meet- 
ing at the Chicago College Club and had for 
its guest of honor, Miss Potter herself. We 
elected the following new officers : President, 
Cecile Loomis Steubing, '22 ; Vice-president,. 
Kathleen Atkin, '34 ; and Secretary-treasurer,. 
Julia Clausen, '29. A general vote of thanks, 
was given to our retiring president, Helene 
Grashorn Dickson, '22, who has certainly 
worked hard during the past two years to make 
the club a success. 

The chief interest of the afternoon was Miss 
Potter's very entertaining and stimulating talk. 
She made the announcement that it was to be 
very informal, and she surely lived up to her 
own sweet self, bringing us all so much news 
of Lasell. We were glad to know that the 
enrollment is so large this year that Chapel 
services and lectures have to be held outside 
the school grounds. Prosperity surely has 
turned the corner! Now, if we could just man- 
age a new assembly hall, wouldn't it be grand ! 

Peggy Hitt Perkins, '27 , was telling us about 
her nice home in Lake Poorest which (to use 
her words) "We just had to have with our 
family growing so !" Peggy has two lovely 

Dorothy Schwartz, '29, is an active person 
too, traveling around the city teaching piano. 
She has built up quite a business and in her 



own teacher's absence with the "flu," Dorothy 
has taken over her pupils. Chicago is a pretty 
large city and we realize Dotty must be a very 
active young lady to "go the rounds." 

Emily Ingwersen, '34, and Kathleen Atkin, 
'34, came together, and Kathie, as I have said, 
went away as our new Vice-President. Emmy 
has a fine secretarial position in the heart of 
Chicago's "Loop" and enjoys her work. It so 
happens that she works in the same building 
with me, so we have lunch together every day. 

Betty Condit Kessel, '31, recently underwent 
rather a serious operation so she couldn't be 
present. She lives in Chicago since her mar- 
riage last year and has proved to be one of 
the snappiest little home-makers I've ever seen. 
She attributes her success entirely to her 
"P. K." training at Lasell. She is recuperating 
from her operation at her parents' home in 

Mary Thielens Peeples, "04-'05, one of our 
most enthusiastic members, was there with 
some grand pictures of her three children. One 
of her sons is making quite a success as a radio 
entertainer in a skit over WGN called "Grand 
Hotel." Her daughter, Persis-Jane, '34-'35, is 
a sophomore at the University of Chicago. 

Nancy Jane Mackie, '29, one of the Spring- 
field, Illinois, girls who often came up to our 
meetings, passed away the week before Christ- 
mas. We were shocked and grieved to hear of 
her passing. After our graduation from Lasell 
in 1939, Nancy went to Wisconsin. She surely 
was one grand person. 

Helen Carter Johnson, '07, was awfully glad 
to be with us at the meeting. She had been 
in the hospital for six months suffering from 
injuries received in an automobile accident. 

We all were eager for news of Dr. Winslow 
and all the other Lasell folk, and it was almost 
too grand to have Miss Potter with us. 

Cordially yours, 

Julia Clausen, '29, Secretary. 

P. S. Miss Potter asked me to tell her what 
I am doing so here goes: I am with Winston, 
Strawn & Shaw, attorneys, and am just an- 

other stenog ! I am crazy about the work, even 
though it is pretty stiff sometimes. I see Trudie 
Wagner Coleman, '28, quite often and, as I 
have said, Emily Ingwersen. It has been grand 
knowing Helene Dickson. Her brother is in 
my office — one of the forty-seven lawyers ! It 
keeps me pretty busy tending to my share of 
this legal group. There are about twenty-five 
stenographers employed. Jeanne Greenlee 
Maier, '29, lives in Burlingame, Calif., but she 
was here for a visit just before Christmas. I 
didn't see her, but talked with her. They are 
building a new home in San Mateo Park and 
Jeanne is a confirmed Californian. Her hus- 
band is a banker. Speaking of bankers, I hear 
from Ruth Rowbotham Strickland, '29, regu- 
larly. She wants me to visit her and I surely 
wish it could be arranged. My mother stopped 
off in Atlanta last winter and saw Ruth's new 
home and her baby. She is surely a happy 
person with an adorable baby and a very fine 
husband. She wrote her husband wanted to 
take her to England for the Coronation, but 
thev can't get accommodations. 

J. C. 

Those present at the Chicago Club meeting 
were: Maurine Moore Allen, '19-20, Kathleen 
Atkin, '34, Marion Hale Bottomley, TO, Bar- 
bara Jones Bates, '14, Helen Buettner, '23, 
Alma Bunch, '13, Helen Guertin Campbell, 
T7-'18, Mabel Jones Carlton, '14, Julia Clau- 
sen, '29, Katherine Norris Coambs, T1-T2, 
Gertrude Wagner Coleman, '28, Irvina Pom- 
eroy Cooper, '18, Elizabeth Swift Coyle, '33, 
Lizinka Kuehl Dawson, '21 -'22, Bernice Far- 
ber Dembufsky, '23, Helene Grashorn Dickson, 
'22, Lucille Guertin Egan, T1-T2, Esther 
Underwood Evans, '14, Vera Wallace Fenn, 
T1-T2, Mildred Hotchkiss Girvin, '14, Emily 
Ingwersen, '34, Helen Carter Johnson, '07, 
Gene Loomis, '32, Doris Perkins Meyers, '19- 
'20, Mary Potter McConn, '05, Isabelle Mul- 
ligan, '31 -'32, Mrs. Harry R. Moore, mother 
of Maurine Moore Allen, Katherine Hoag 
Norgren, '15, Mary Thielens Peeples, '04-'05, 
Margaret Hitt Perkins, '27, Dorothy Lewis 



Pantzer, '19-'20, Mrs. Linna Perkins, mother 
of Eunice Perkins Hill and aunt of Doris 
Perkins Meyer, Jessie Matteson Ray, '25, 
Marion Brown Schlosser, '26, Julia Potter 
Schmidt, '06, Dorothy Schwartz, '29, Kathryn 
Moore Silverwood, '26, Lena Kelly Stone, '14, 
Cornelia Stone, '10, Cecile Loomis Stuebing, 
'22, Mabel Swift, '35, Mrs. W. B. Swift, 
mother of Mabel Swift and Elizabeth Swift 
Coyle, and Katherine Tufts Wiese, '27. 


The Lasell Club of New York held its an- 
nual meeting at the Women's University Club, 
106 East 52d Street, on Saturday, January 
30, 1937. 

For more than a half hour, the girls were 
having a lively chat before going into the 
dining-room where sixty enjoyed the luncheon. 

President Ruth Hopkins Spooner, '23, greet- 
ed the Lasell family and the business meeting 
opened at two-fifteen. Reports from the secre- 
tary and treasurer were read and accepted. A 
letter was read from Miss Annie M. Gwinnell, 
'88, one of the founders of the club, who on 
account of illness was unable to attend. It was 
voted to send her a remembrance of flowers. 

Dorothy Millspaugh, '23, chairman of the 
honor roll committee, reported the deaths of 
members of Lasell Alumnae, reading only 
those from our New York area. A moment 
of silent tribute was given to these former 

A lively discussion followed on the advis- 
ability of changing the date of the meeting as 
it is usually a blizzard-luncheon, but it was 
voted to keep the date as heretofore. 

The President called for members of a nomi- 
nating committee from the floor but finally ap- 
pointed Dorothy Cook Reynal, '25, as chairman 
to select her own committee and report at the 
next annual meeting. 

We then had words of greeting from Phyllis 
Rafferty Shoemaker, '22, president of the 
Alumnae, who gave us an inside story of the 
working of the Alumnae Association and how 

much it means to them to have some word 
from its members. 

Cornelia Hemingway Killam, '22, president 
of the Connecticut Valley Club, referred to 
some of the plans they are trying out to en- 
courage larger groups to take an active interest 
in the club. Jane Eldridge, secretary of the 
Class of 1937, gave us sidelights of Lasell and 
the newer ideas of student government. 

The main topic of the afternoon was the long 
hoped-for gymnasium and assembly hall. Dr. 
Winslow gave a most interesting talk on the 
present difficulties in finding a large enough 
meeting place for chapel and lectures, and the 
decision of the official board to go ahead with 
the building, knowing that the former Lasell 
girls would do all they could to see it carried 
through. The plans shown to us looked ideal 
and made us all feel like doing our share. Ten 
dollars was voted to be sent from the club's 
treasury and Gladys Stults Schenck, '09-TO, 
moved that the executive committee arrange 
for a series of bridges given in small groups 
for the benefit of the Building Fund. 

The meeting was an unusually enthusiastic 
one, due no doubt to Dr. Winslow's welcome 
report and the splendid attendance. Out of town 
guests gave us news of classmates we seldom 
see and made the meeting a very sociable one. 
The Club hopes next year to welcome you all 
again. Let us keep the last Saturday of Jan- 
uary in mind for next year and bring with us 
another member. 

Those present were : Jane Campbell Baldin, 
'32, Julia ter Kuile Brown, '10, Jane Jen- 
sen Bailey, '34, Sally McKee Cooke, '29, Helen 
Bardua Childs '33, Glorian Duvall Devereux, 
'25-'28, Helen Terry Francisco, '24, Mercedes 
Rendell Freeman, '23, Mildred Melosh Good- 
rich, '16-' 18, Hulda Halley, '18, Emily Hubbel, 
'36, Marion Jarbeau, '32, Marjorie Kuehn, '29, 
Helen Ohm Kingsman, '29, Mary Barton 
Libby, '29, Roberta Davis Massey, '34, Dorothy 
Millspaugh, '23, Sophie Mayer March, '08, 
Anna Mills, '33, Louisa Mueller, '27, Jacque- 
line Meyers Morhous, '33, Louise Morrell 
Nestler, '08, Ruth Balch Ott, '07-'09, Florence 



Fitch Osborne, '29, Ethel Clarke Osburn, '02- 
'03, Theresa Thompson Osborne, '22, Louise 
Paisley, '09, Ada Wood Peterson, '05-'06, 
Dorothy Cook Reynal, '25, Julia DeWitt Reed, 
TO, Ella Hazelton Russel, '04, Alice McCaghey 
Shuler, '24, Ruth Hopkins Spooner, '23, Flor- 
ence Boehmcke Simes, '23, Gladys Stults 
Schenck, '09-TO, Margaret Contrell Sayre, '29, 
Edith Clendenin Stahl, '24, Lucy Robertson 
Taylor, '32, Frances Brown Winthrop, '29, 
Christine Chamberlin Whittemore, '25, Lois 
Bryant Warner, '25, Viola Walthausen, '32, 
Ellen Zacharias, '29, Dorothy Barnard, '24, 
Cornelia Hemingway Killan '22, Barbara 
Cushing Jenkins, '25, Mildred Munson, 32, 
and guest, Helen Perry, '24, Evelina Perkins, 
'15, Ina Harber, '09, Marguerite Mcllvain 
Ricker, '27-'28, Maude Williams, '29, Kath- 
erine Webb, '24, Phyllis Rafferty Shoemaker, 
'22, Jane Eldridge, '37, and Mrs. Eldridge. 


Everyone who attended the Mid-winter re- 
union at the Pioneer on Saturday, February 
13, pronounced it a marked success. The 
prophecy was made that Boston Garden would 
be our next meeting place because the largest 
number on record, one hundred and sixty- 
two, attended. 

Helen Perry, as vice-president and very 
capable manager of the reunion, gave a few 
words of greeting before introducing our toast- 
mistress, Miss Potter, who said she is feeling 
younger every day. We really believed her 
after she had kept us laughing with her cheery 
words of introduction. 

After a song sung by the many members 
of the Class of 1936 who were present, 
Phyllis Rafferty Shoemaker, president of the 
L. A. A., welcomed us. Mrs. Shoemaker 
read the names of the new life members of 
the Association: Ruth Rawlings Mott, '21, 
Ruth Cody Ball, T6-T8, Virginia Leahy, '34, 
and Miriam Nichols, '31-'34, and then turned 
the meeting back to station L. R. P. 

Mrs. Winslow is always one of our most 
welcome and interesting speakers, and this 

year was no exception. She told us all the 
nice things she would like to say about some 
of the officers of the college and of the Alum- 
nae, but, of course, couldn't since they were 

Dr. Winslow, our college president, spoke 
in glowing terms of the proposed new build- 
ing, and we studied with great interest the 
plans and architect's drawing. What a 
marked advance this building will be for La- 
sell, and how much we want to help in making 
it a success. Edward Lasell built the first 
building in 1851 and Lasell is still growing. 
Dr. Winslow asked for the hearty support 
of all in this "building program." 

Mr. Amesbury spoke of the secretarial de- 
partment in particular, saying that they were 
moving into new and modern quarters in 
Woodland soon. He also referred to the En- 
dowment Fund, which is growing all the 

Dean Lichliter attended her first Boston 
Lasell Alumnae meeting, and we were all glad 
to welcome her. Louise Tardivel, president 
of the Class of 1937, told about her interesting 
and active class and gave us a graphic descrip- 
tion of their many activities. 

Miss Irwin spoke of the great opportunities 
at the college, and the many new things that 
have been added, and closed by saying, "Not 
everything that is good started yesterday." 
Mile. LeRoyer amused us all by talking very 
rapidly in French, and then not translating 
her remarks ! 

Helen Wahlquist, '25, secretary-treasurer of 
the Connecticut Valley Lasell Club, was 
present and we were glad to have a few 
words from her, as well as from Mrs. Mc- 
Donald and our ex-president, Priscilla Alden 
Wolfe. One of the greatest joys of the meet- 
ing to many of us was having Miss Wither- 
bee present. 

All in all, the reunion was a most success- 
ful affair, and every one who attended en- 
joyed every minute of it. 

Respectfully submitted, 

Hester M. Shaw, '28, 

Recording Secretary 



Those present were: Dr. and Mrs. Guy M. 
Winslow, Mr. and Mrs. Walter R. Amesbury, 
Miss Lillie R. Potter, Dean Emerita ; Dean 
Mary Lichlliter, Miss Mary P. Witherbee, 
'92, Helen Wahlquist, '25, Louise Tardivel, 
'37, Helen Allen, '34, Miss Catharine Beatley, 
Miss Emilie Berkeley, Miss Priscilla Bryant, 
Mrs. Elvia Spaulding Davis, Mr. George Dun- 
ham, Miss Edith Eastman, Miss Anna Eich- 
horn, Karin Eliasson, '31, Miss Helen Good- 
rich, Mrs. Winifred Hudson, Miss Grace Ir- 
win, Dr. Elizabeth Kingsbury, Mile. LeRoyer, 
Miss Madeline Marsh, Miss Rosalie Martin, 
Miss Ruth Moody, Miss Muriel McClelland, 
Mrs. Statira P. McDonald, Mr. and Mrs. 
Earl Ordway, Natalie Park, '32, Miss Bar- 
bara Ryerson, Miss Annie Strang, Miss Ruth 
Sweet, Miss Sally Turner, Miss Grace Wat- 
kins, Ethelyn Whitney, '32, Miss Mary E. 
Williams, Miss Mary Worcester, and Miss 
Nellie Wright. Also : Marjorie Andrews, '36, 
Hildegarde Baxter, '36, Helen Beede, '21, 
Elizabeth Mclntire Bennert, '33, Lillian G. 
Bethel, '28, Ruth Coulter Bierer, '12, Virginia 
Bolt, '35, Blanche Bourke, '36, Elizabeth 
Robinson Breed '06- '07, Marion Briggs, '08- 
'10, Ruth Buswell, '36, Maida Cardwell, '35, 
Helen Champane, '32, Shirley Gould Chesebro, 
'33, Dorothy Cole, '29, Helen Condon, '36, 
Bettina Cook, '34, Marion Ordway Corley, 
'11, Marion Cruickshank, '35, Anna L. Corn- 
wall, '16, Barbara Darcey, '36, Barbara Dean, 
'34, Mary DiRico, '35, Louise Barnes Doug- 
lass, '96, Lucia Parcher Dow, 'O2-'03, Doro- 
thea Eburne, '36, Ruth Ellsworth, '36, Made- 
line Farmer, '14-T5, Celia Foss, '34, Joanna 
Foster, '30-'31, Julia Klingensmith Frey, '26- 
'28, Angelita Santiago Gebelein, '33, Eleanor 
Gebelein, '35, Patricia Meyer Gere, '35, Clara 
Giarla, '31, Margery Gibby, '36, R. Denise 
Gile, '35, Edna Goodrich, '31-'32, Laura Hale 
Gorton, '16, Barbara Pierce Gove, '29, Helen 
Gresley, Preble Borden Gruchy, '29, Virginia 
Hall, '36, Genevra Strong Harlow, '05-'O6, 
Anna Phillips Hastings, '84-86, Ruth Hayden, 
'20, Dorothy Messenger Heath, '26, Dorothy 
Young Heath, '30, Mrs. Maida Cardwell 
Hicks, Mrs. Bertha L. Hooker, Mariesta 

Howland, '26, Edna Hart Hoyt, '25, Natalie 
Hutchinson, '36, Dorothy Inett, '30, Barbara 
Iris, '35, Marjorie James, '33-'36, Barbara 
Cushing Jenkins, '25, Helene Sweney Jensen, 
T7-'20, Elsie Moore Johnson, '30, Gretta 
Sherman Jordan, '35, Esther Josselyn, '27, 
Barbara Kerr, '34, Ruth Keyes, '36, Mabel 
Straker Kimball, '16, Celia Kinsley, '34, Betty 
Kobrock, '36, Roberta Leonard, '35, Audrey 
Goddu Litchfield, '23-'24, Barbara Gould 
Locke, '32, Marjorie Long, '35, Agnes Met- 
calf, '32, Janet Mitchell, '34-'35, Josephine 
Moore, '35, Lucile Moran, '32-33, Dorothy 
Morgan, '35-'36, Trithena McFarland, '35-'36, 
Barbara McKelleget, '35, Mercie Nichols, '19, 
Miriam Nichols, '31-'34, Norma Noonan, '35, 
Elizabeth Page, '32, Martha Parsons, '35, 
Evelina Perkins, '15, Helen Perry, '24, Dorothy 
Quinn, '27, Eleanor Ramsdell, '35, Muriel 
Ray, '36, Margaret Raymond, '36, Marjorie 
Reed, '36, Penelope Rockwood, '21-'22, 
Eleanor Ronimus, '32, Dorothy Schumaker, 
'26, Hester Shaw, '28, Phyllis Rafferty Shoe- 
maker, '22, Antionette Meritt Smith, '23, 
Hattie Greenleaf Smith, '87, Louise Smith, '32- 
'33, Doris Sperry, '36, Helen Black Sprague, 
'25, Marietta Chase Stedfast, '24, Caro 
Stevenson, '36, Mary Fenno Stirn, '13, Phyllis 
Atkinson Stone, '34, Ethel Stroud, '36, 
Martha Sweetnam, '36, Marjorie Tarbell, '32, 
Muriel Thacker, '34, Hilda Theurer, '36, Cora 
Stone Trimmer, '00-'02, Ruth Upham, '36, 
Nancy Boyce VanGorder '87-'89, Inez Viles, 
'35, Dorothy Aseltine Wadsworth, '26, Grace 
Dunne Walker, '33 Catherine Walsh, '35, 
Elizabeth Watters, '34-'35, Hildreth Weigold, 
'35, Emma Bailey Welt, T3-'14, Rachel 
Whittemore, '35, Eleanor McCarty Williams, 
'16, Priscilla Alden Wolfe, '19, Barbara 
Young, '35, and Edna Yuill, '36. 







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Program of Commencement Week 4 

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Family Background {Two Opinions) 16 

Great Oaks from Little Acorns . Coimtessa N. Wood XI 

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The Sea • • ... Dorothy Thomas 31 

Outlook for the New Building . .... . Guy M. Winslow 32 


The important events of Commencement 
Week are as follows : 

Wednesday, June 2 — Canoe Races, Charles 

Wednesday, June 9 — Commencement Con- 
cert, Bragdon Hall. 

Thursday, June 10, 3:30 P. M.— Garden 
Party ; Crowning of Queen ; Style Show ; 2 :30 
to 6:00 P. M. — Home Economics and Art 

Friday, June 11 — President's Reception. 

Saturday, June 12, 3 :30 P. M. — Alumnae 
Meeting; 8:30 P. M. — Class Night Exercises. 

Sunday, June 12, 4:00 P. M. — Baccalaureate 
Sermon by Samuel Atkins Eliot, LL.D. 

Monday, June 14, 8:30 A. M.— Last Chapel; 
10:45 A. M. — Commencement Exercises; Ad- 
dress by Ernest Warren Butterfield, LL.D. ; 
1 :00 P. M. — Commencement Luncheon. 


The following articles devoted to Boston have been 
named Spokes by Isabel Wyatt. 


Narrow streets crowded by buildings ; 
Crowds scurrying along city labyrinths ; 
Taxies honking noisily as they nose their way 

about ; 
Policemen's whistles, sharp and bristling ; 
People filtering from subway entrances ; 
Window-shoppers perusing displays ; 
Newsboys hugging their papers to them ; 
The air rent with cries of "Extra!" 
Clopping of express team horses ; 
Shrieking of brakes at stop-lights ; 
People glimpsed from office windows ; 
Noise, Noise, and Noise — Boston. 

Ruth Buchanan 

but were nurtured from infancy by only the best, 
packaged grass food. 

To look at it now, in all its smugness, one can 
hardly credit the fact that each Christmas Eve, 
all true Bostonians swarm to this square to sing 
age old carols as part of their Christmas ritual. 
Nor can you visualize all of these houses glow- 
ing with friendly light, their curtains pulled back, 
that the joyous crowds may see the famous in- 
teriors and fireplaces blazing brightly. 

Barbara Fowler 


You climb the steep, cobblestoned street with 
difficulty, stubbing your toe several times until 
you chance upon a miniature park, hemmed in on 
all sides by staid, dignified old houses, whose 
chimney pots are outlined grotesquely against the 
sky. It is quiet in the square, and apparently de- 
serted save for one elderly lady, dressed in shape- 
less, dark blue, who is carefully walking a poodle 
around the park. 

All the houses seem alike, not especially because 
of similar architecture, but because of their atti- 
tude of impeccable righteousness. You know that 
the occupants of the houses had ancestors who set- 
tled in Boston not later than 1650, and that the 
lovely fanlights over the front doors were de- 
signed by master architects long since dead. 

The windows are all discreetly curtained, and 
the clean little sidewalks that lead up to each 
house are edged by prim grass plots that have 
never known a moment's spontaneous growth, 


The Fogg Art Museum is a part of Harvard 
University. The first bequest came from a sug- 
gestion of Millian Pritchard of the Class of 1833. 
Recently, a new building for it has been erected. 
The architecture is of the Georgian Period, very 
simple and dignified. Among the examples of 
Greek art in the Museum I have noticed "Foundry 
Painter," a fifth century B. C. warrior vase. It 
is decorated with very lovely wartime figures, 
shields, and swords. The vases of ancient Greece 
gave the painter a wonderful medium through 
which to portray their myths and traditional 
stories. There are a number of examples of 
Romanesque sculpture in the Fogg Museum. They 
are columns which also tell different legends by 
little figures in action which depict the story. 

This museum also has a painting by Rembrandt. 
It is from Oldenburg, a lovely picture of an old 
man with a beard. It is really a very likable pic- 
ture because it is so human. A drawing of Rem- 
brandt's, "Studies of Heads," is very expressive 
of the different types, both old and young. 

A group of Japanese art objects here is very 
fine. The graceful swinging lines of their compo- 
sitions create very interesting pictures. "The 
Wave," by Hokusai, is a very interesting picture. 


The wave is the foremost part of the picture, 
with a small boat under the curve of the wave. 
It portrays, by each bit of foam, a group of drag- 
ons stretching their claws as though reaching for 
their prey. In decided contrast to the high emo- 
tional quality of this picture is a very lovely one 
entitled "Fuji in Fine Weather from the South." 
This picture by the same artist is a quiet land- 
scape of Fuji at night with line clouds in the sky. 

Last Sunday I made a visit to the Isabella 
Stewart Gardner Museum at Fenway Court. To 
me, one of the most beautiful exhibits was the 
stained glass window which is in the chapel. This 
is beautiful in composition with decided blues and 
reds combined in a wonderful manner. The win- 
dow does not appear gaudy, but has a definite 
glowing appearance such as one might see in a 
beautiful rose window. 

One of the best known artists represented in 
the Dutch Room is Rembrandt. I enjoyed his 
"Storm on the Sea of Galilee" because of its ac- 
tion and realistic qualities. There is a splendid 
choice of darks and lights which hold and main- 
tain interest in the composition. On the same 
floor, many tapestries are to be found in the 
Tapestry Room. They all date back to around 
the fifteenth or sixteenth centuries, and a num- 
ber of them illustrate the same story in various 
stages. One group of wonderful Flemish tapes- 
tries of the sixteenth century depicts scenes in 
the life of Abraham. 

On the next floor in the Gothic Room, there is 
a beautiful portrait of Mrs. Gardner by John 
Singer Sargent, whose work in the Boston Public 
Library is world famous. 

I should like to mention the wonderful stone 
lions which are on either side of the main en- 
trance of the building. Also noteworthy is the 
courtyard, which contains at all times of the year 
beautiful displays of flowers in their seasons. 

At the entrance of the Boston Museum of Fine 
Arts, we find a glorious statue entitled "The Ap- 
peal to the Great Spirit" by Cyrus Dallin. I have 
lived near Mr. Dallin, and I have gone through 
school with his granddaughter, but I regret that 

I do not know him personally. Upon entering 
the museum we see above us on the dome a beau- 
tiful painting named "The Atlas," which is by the 
same Sargent who painted Mrs. Gardner's por- 
trait. In the Hall of Statues is a marble head of 
Homer, which represents Homer traditionally as 
a blind poet. Of interest also is the "Catalonian 
Fresco." This was taken from the original wall 
by a certain Italian and brought to this country 
to be put together. It took almost eighteen 
months from the start to the finish of this process. 
It has been well worth the trouble, however, as 
it is prized as a most precious piece of Medieval 

We also have in the Boston Museum the two 
original paintings of George and Martha Wash- 
ington by Gilbert Stuart. These originals were 
kept by Stuart and later presented to the museum 
by the Boston Athenaeum Society. Another well 
known painting is Thomas Sully's "Torn Hat." 

Although I have not said much about statues, 
I wish I could picture for you a beautiful little 
ivory and gold sixteenth century statuette. It is 
the statuette of a Cretan Snake Goddess, and is, I 
believe, one of the most valuable small pieces that 
the Museum owns. 

Now we come to the famous collection of Jap- 
anese prints. The most famous is the "Burning of 
the Sanjo Palace." We were told the story of 
this scroll in one of our recent lectures at school. 

The treasures in the Egyptian department are 
considered second only to those on exhibition in 
the Metropolitan Museum in New York City. 
Many original articles that have been discovered 
by the expeditions under the Lowell Institute, 
especially the recent discoveries from the tomb of 
King Tut, are to be found here. 

This brief account of the treasures in three of 
the outstanding art galleries of our country is 
limited to a certain extent by my own opinion. 
These museums are valuable not only to the ar- 
tist and his contemporaries, but to creators of 
styles and of fashions and even of commercial 
products. The art of today (modernistic and real- 
istic) which is extreme when compared with the 


preceding periods may at some future time find 
its place either in the present museums or those 
to be built to serve future generations. 

Betty e McCausland, 
Edited by Elizabeth Leland. 


The Boston Symphony Orchestra, founded in 
1881 by Henry L. Higginson, banker and civic 
philanthropist, is the chief musical organization 
of Boston and among the finest in America. Mr. 
Higginson had for many years cherished the idea 
of having an orchestra, the aim of which was to 
"play the best music in the best way, and give 
concerts to all who could pay a small price." On 
March 30, 1881 his intention was made to the 
public, through the Boston newspapers as follows : 
"The orchestra to number sixty and their remun- 
eration to include the concerts and careful train- 
ing. Concerts to be twenty in number, on Satur- 
day evenings in the Music Hall from the middle 
of October to the middle of March." 

A conductor was appointed, a full musical li- 
brary was purchased, and the first concert took 
place on October 22, 1881. Mr. Georg Henschel 
was the first conductor. He remained as such 
for three years, various other conductors taking 
his place with the succeeding years. 

For twenty years concerts were given in the 
old Music Hall. However in the autumn of 1901, 
the orchestra took possession of a fine new Sym- 
phony Hall, especially built for the purpose. 

A considerable part of the orchestra's work is 
accomplished outside of Boston, in its trips to other 
New England cities nearby. In addition, one con- 
cert is given in Baltimore, one in Philadelphia and 
three in New York during the season. 

Since its establishment the orchestra has en- 
larged to ninety-seven members ; its concerts are 
crowded, and its support loyal and enthusiastic. 

Mary Van Frigge 

stead of giving the customary impression of crys- 
tal lakes and beautiful vistas, presented an epito- 
mized Hell of dull black and ghastly olive green. 
The dancers themselves, instead of being fluffy- 
skirted ballarinas, were horrible, gibbering little 
witches. These witches were spurred on to heights 
of orgy by a chalk-faced vampire with a drooling, 
crimson mouth. There was none of the sweet, 
dainty music that makes for a smile of satisfaction 
as one watches the gentle twirls of the premiere 
danseuse. This music agonized like a doomed 
soul for whom there would be no rest. It was tor- 
mented, horrible music that revolted even as it 
held one enthralled in its fantastic grasp. 

Barbara Fowler 



The dance was unforgettable although there 
was none of the airy loveliness about it that is 
usually connected with the ballet. The set, in- 

The charm of springtime in Boston .... the 
Public Gardens, gaily clad in the riotous colors of 
full-blown tulips .... the powdery delicate golden- 
bronze haze of approaching twilight that hesitates 
over the Charles River Basin and Pops! 

The sun is setting, the Symphony Hall is agog 
with the annual re-living of one of Boston's best- 
loved traditions, one that is synonymous with the 
spring. For each year about eighty-five mem- 
bers of the Boston Symphony Orchestra are or- 
ganized under the able direction of Arthur Fiedler 
to give nightly concerts of popular appeal from 
early May until the end of June. - Adroitly these 
musicians mix the classical with the popular, the 
old with the new in good music. Guest artists 
such as San Roma and Hans Weiner accompany 
the orchestra on special nights. There are Wagner, 
Italian and Request nights, Harvard night, and 
nights when the performance is sponsored by some 

These concerts are beloved by young and old 
alike, and everyone delights in sitting at the 
crowded tables and partaking of innocuous re- 
freshments. This method of seating the capacity 
audiences adds much to the informality of these 
traditional gatherings. 

"Pops" are dear to the hearts of Bostonians. 
One will see all types attending, from the lorgnet- 
ted dowager and her debutante granddaughter to 



the family group from the other side of Beacon 
Hill. A pall of cigarette smoke hangs over all. 
Intermission finds a gay, young crowd strolling 
in the lobby, and chatting with the musicians about 
the evening's music. "Pops" are one of the pleas- 
antest phases of Boston's social and cultural life, 
merging old and new, conservative and gay. 

Countessa Wood 


The river reflects the lights of many cars, parked 
in a solid line along the embankment. Chatter- 
ing people of all types, dressed in summer clothes, 
hurry towards a huge, shell-like structure that is 
situated on the well-kept, velvety park, near the 
water. In this structure Arthur Fiedler conducts 
his famed outdoor esplanade concerts. 

All Boston looks forward to these concerts, for 
the programs are wonderfully presented by fine 
musicians. All kinds of people, from blue bloods 
to foreigners gather here to sit quietly under the 
stars enthralled by the music that holds them un- 
der its spell. 

Barbara Foivler 




(A summary of part of Morris Carter's 
book, Isabella Stewart Gardner.) 

In Mrs. Gardner's career as a collector, the 
year 1896 was memorable, for the purchases 
made then were of such significance that she at 
last realized that her collection of works of 
art was likely to become famous. Berenson, 
a friend who acted as her agent in Europe, 
recommended in January the Rembrandt por- 
trait of himself at the age of twenty-two. Mrs. 
Gardner cabled just in time to secure it ; other- 
wise it would have gone to the National Gal- 
lery in London. This Rembrandt may be 
called the corner-stone of Fenway Court, for 
it was the first picture that she bought with 
the intention of developing a real museum col- 
lection. From then on, she was determined 
that her acquisitions should be masterpieces, 

and declared that she had no money to buy 
second-rate things. She liked to surprise as 
many people as possible with her newly ac- 
quired masterpieces ; she kept her negotiations 
for them secret, then let only a few friends 
at a time see them, and made each group 
promise not to tell of them. 

The "Rape of Europa" was bought by Mrs. 
Gardner just as Dr. Bode of the Berlin Mu- 
seum was expecting a leisurely haggle over 
the price asked for it. Rubens called this 
painting by Titian the greatest in the world. 
She secured the "Head of Christ" by Giorgone 
in 1898 after long but determined negotia- 
tions, in spite of Berenson's saying that it was 
not the kind of picture he thought of for 
her. The Velasquez portrait of Phillip IV is 
considered one of the great prizes of her col- 
lection, now that its genuineness has been 
proved. In 1897, through Berenson's recom- 
mendation, a Van Dyck portrait of a lady was 
purchased ; Mrs. Gardner also bought the por- 
trait of Ann of Austria and her mother, first 
thought to be a work of Titian, and now at- 
tributed with some hesitation to Coello. At 
the sale of the Gavet collection, she purchased 
a terra-cotta relief by Andrea della Robbia. 
To Mrs. Gardner, what she paid was a minor 
consideration — she bought what she wanted 
and forgot what it cost. 

Mr. and Mrs. Gardner spent the summer and 
autumn of 1897 in Europe, collecting materials 
for the house they were planning to build. 
Most of the architectural details of Fenway 
Court were bought then. The marble door- 
way, with a relief representing Saint George, 
was bought in Florence, and the lions that 
flank it came from Venice. From the Villa 
Livia in Rome came the mosaic pavement which 
occupies the center of the court at Fenway 
Court ; it is the finest example in the United 

In 1898, the masterpieces added to Mrs. 
Gardner's collection form a group rarely if 
ever equaled in the annual report of the great- 
est museums : the portrait of Tommaso Ing- 
hirami by Raphael ; the portrait of the Earl of 
Arundel by Rubens ; the bust of Bindo Al- 


toviti by Benvenuto Cellini, and the portrait 
of a Burgomaster and his wife, and "The 
Storm at Sea" by Rembrandt. One other por- 
trait was thought to be the only one of Michel- 
angelo in existence, but is was proved to be 
Bandinelli's one of Michelangelo. The finest 
tapestry of the collection, "The Ladies' Tour- 
nament," came from the Emil Peyre col- 
lection in Paris. 

In 1899, after her husband's death, Mrs. 
Gardner bought the land at the corner of the 
Fenway and Worthington Street. In the same 
year, she bought her famous Chigi Botticelli 
and Fra Angelico's "Death and Assumption 
of the Virgin." The foundations of Fenway 
Court were laid in June. When she arrived 
at the building site on this momentous oc- 
casion, she saw at her feet as she got out of 
her carriage a four-leaf clover, the only one 
she ever found ; it is preserved in a crystal 
locket in the museum. While the Court was 
being built, Mrs. Gardner was occupied abroad, 
collecting things for her new house. In her 
mind's eye, she had so clear an image of the 
house that she said she knew exactly where 
each thing she bought was to go. Dorigo in 
Venice did the staircase, and in Florence she 
purchased her best piece of iron-work, a con- 
vent grill. While in Paris, she worried Mon- 
sieur Robert by insisting that he send from the 
secure custody of his store-rooms some of her 
most valuable paintings to adorn her hotel 

A Mantegna and a Schongauer Madonna 
were secured in the fall. In 1900, she acquired 
a panel by Giotto, a Pieta by Raphael painted 
in 1505 as part of the altar-piece of San An- 
tonio, Perugia, and a landscape by Rubens. 
After 1900, masterpieces were added one by 
one, but the record of the previous four years 
was never equaled. 

Elisabeth Leland 

as the prow of a silently moving police boat cuts 
through the waters. An occasional siren breaks 
the spell of a watchful silence. Guttural foreign 
voices shout from neighboring fishing smacks. 
Muted radios send forth news flashes or soft music 
to vibrate through the blackness. The odor of 
fish, fresh or rotting, fills the nostrils of people on 
the wharves. The inky hulk of a fruiter projects 
beyond the pilings nearby. A discarded steamer 
that once ran to Provincetown has been converted 
into a dance pavilion, and shadowy forms glide 
rhythmically to and fro on the afterdeck. The 
planks of the docks are slippery with scales under- 
foot. An occasional sculpin flaps helplessly about 
in his search for the sea water necessary to life. 
Down the harbor is a famous old fourmaster, now 
a popular dine-and-dance place. Back from all 
the peace and stillness runs the "El." It thunders 
by dilapidated tenements and artist's garrets aris- 
tocratically garbed. Luxurious cars glide to the 
water's edge, stopping for a breath of tangy salt 
breeze, then moving back to the confines of dark- 
ened business streets that lead them to the city's 
heart. A watchman strolls warily about, — his the 
duty to keep everyone moving. The romance of 
the place appeals greatly to the younger genera- 
tion. Boston's wharf section is mysterious and 
alluring day and night. 

Isabel Wyatt 


Lights for port and starboard gleam softly 
through the quivering darkness. Here and there 
a spotlight picks out the oily crest of a black wave, 


Saturday night in the market district is a lively 
place. The streets are milling with people, who 
pick their way between the pushcarts and wagons 
which are overflowing with produce of all kinds. 
Open air stands are strung with lights, that the 
mounds of golden oranges and boxes of shiny ap- 
ples may be shown off to their best advantage. 
Green and white cauliflower are piled to contrast 
with flaming tomatoes. Raucous voices shrill ex- 
citedly above the general hubbub of voices that 
are bargaining for their Sunday dinners. 

Inside historic old Faneuil Hall you see great 
hulks of beef hanging in the stalls. The atmos- 
phere is that of a huge butcher shop — the smell 



that of raw meat and sawdust. Flowers, too, are 
sold in the hall, but their odor stands as much 
chance of recognition as a violet at a rodeo. 

The crowd is a motley one. Gesticulating for- 
eigners rub elbows with well dressed, quiet men 
who are buying the Statler's or Copley's weekly 
store of fruit. Sailors on shore leave lounge 
around looking for excitement. And harried, 
bundle-ladened husbands follow their intent gimlet- 
eyed wives dispiritedly. 

Barbara Fowler 

debutantes and their worried mothers — the Har- 
vard Undergraduate ! 

Countessa Wood 

"10,000 MEN OF HARVARD" 

The feet he pulls unwillingly along the historic 
paths are encased in a shapeless mass of once- 
white leather, now the ripe gray of hard use. 
Socks which may or may not be whole and clean 
dangle limply over shoe-tops. Perish the thought 
of garters ! The pantaloons (they sag to the vicinity 
of the ankle joint) one would surmise to be gray. 
They were last cleaned and pressed the summer 
before his third year of prep, and are held up 
either precariously by their own buttons or pre- 
cautiously by both battered belt and lifeless braces. 
The shirt is violent in pattern and with a soft, no, 
shapeless collar from which sidles forth a frayed 
tie in the most colorful of bad taste. There is, 
perhaps, a faded, stretched green sweater over this 
shirt, but, more likely, a reddish Harris tweed 
jacket, with baggy elbows and a bi-swing back. 

The brain cells are elegantly emphasized by a 
crew cut that gives startling proof to Darwin's 
theories in its effect upon the cranium. This 
whole modish outfit is nattily topped off by a mis- 
shapen, reversible tweed and gabardine raincoat 
that might have been Fido's nightly resting place 
for several seasons past. This garment is worn 
continually in any temperature below 100° F. But 
the crowning glory of a Harvard undergraduate 
garbed in this collegiate sine qua non is the pro- 
verbial surprised expression (abetted by the unique 
hair-trim). It is a superior, obviously bored glare 
of rapidly approaching vacancy. However, the 
men sketched in this portrait are not guests at 
State Institutions, but Heaven's gift to the Boston 


The river sparkles in the warm, afternoon sun. 
Cars hum by in a busy, ceaseless stream, aero- 
planes zoom overhead, and college boys, out for a 
walk, shade their eyes to watch the planes grow 
into a speck in the blue sky. Nursemaids, chat- 
ting among themselves, leisurely stroll along the 
embankment, pushing baby carriages. On the 
river small, white sailed dinghies tack to and fro. 
Spring has come to Memorial Drive ! 

The Drive is lined with buildings as far as one 
can see along the river. There are the red-and- 
white Harvard dormitories, windows open to gulp 
in the warm, sweet air. There are Tech fraternity 
houses, ivy covered, with boys playing catch in the 
yards, and there is the severely beautiful Tech- 
nology administration building, the grounds over- 
run by boys hurrying to classes. One often smells 
the combined odor of chocolate and soap that emits 
from factories screened from the river by these 
same buildings. 

As evening falls, purple shadows lengthen into 
dusk, and the severe architectual outlines seem 
veiled and softened. Street lights come on, and 
are reflected as fairy balloons in the black river. 
Cars whizz by less frequently. Technology and 
Harvard feed their hungry fledglings. 

Barbara Fowler 


"Can you meet me at Copley Square?" I asked 
an out-of-town friend who had been studying all 
winter in the vicinity of Boston. 

"Copley Square ? Where's that ?" 

This just left me breathless. Lovely old Copley 
Square, where, just by looking at the flower ven- 
dor or the policeman, one would automatically 
think "Boston" ; where the bells in the neigh- 
boring churches seem to be singing its praises; 
and the blasting horns of the scurrying taxicabs 
sound a bit mellower. 



And truly, the life of the real Bostonian — the 
student, the artist, the writer, the churchgoer, the 
society leader — rotates around this husy square. 
Driving east toward Boston on Huntington Ave- 
nue, one can see the proud, stern towers of Trin- 
ity Church. Drawing nearer, the graceful pillars 
and arches decorated with gargoyles in high relief 
become apparent, and standing before this, Phil- 
lip Brooks's church, one realizes that it is one of 
Boston's greatest. 

On Dartmouth Street, the west side, facing 
Trinity over a corner of the triangular park, is the 
Boston Public Library, a large, square, gray stone 
building in the style of the Italian Renaissance. 
On either side of the decorative bronze doors are 
two massive figures, seated, clothed in draped 
mantles and gazing at each other across the wide 
stone steps. These figures, also of bronze, repre- 
sent Science and Art. Plundreds of people pass by 
the library every day, but do they ever stop to 
glance at these dignified, majestic images? 

It is a late winter night. Snow flakes are falling 
rapidly, but cars are constantly drawing up before 
the great building on the south of the square. 
There is a feeling of gaiety in the air, and some of 
Boston's younger set are arriving at the Copley- 
Plaza to spend part of the evening in the Sheraton 
Room. Lights from the main dining room shine 
out through Venetian blinds, and the wind whistles 
around the steeple of Trinity Church, hurrying the 
late comers. 

In the spring, near the little arched gateway to 
the New Old South Church, on the north west 
corner of the square, a smiling old man sits and 
arranges his flowers. In baskets beside him, fair- 
ly shouting of robins and budding willows, are 
dark purple clusters of English violets, and dainty 
pink and white bouquets of arbutus, — the first 
Mayflowers, while bunches of jolly yellow daffo- 
dils wrapped in white tissue paper brighten one 
of the reddish brown pillars. 

Just beyond the church on Dartmouth Street is 
the Boston Art Club, and on Boylston Street, 
facing the Copley-Plaza, is a row of elite shops. 
There Madame may buy a complete outfit from a 
suit of imported tweed to a sleek Parisian evening- 

gown. If she so wishes, she may visit the ex- 
hibits in the art galleries upstairs. 

At this season the grass on the large triangle 
in the square is always velvety and green, and the 
round set garden plots in each corner are usually 
quite attractive with their symmetrical designs. 
But one thing is missing — a very great thing, too, 
which could add much to the beauty of this well- 
known place. I refer to Cyrus Dallin's "Paul Re- 
vere," a very impressive and powerful statue of 
the rider reining in his horse to warn a sleeping 
village of the coming of the British. Many times 
plans have been made to make ready this statue, 
but every time controversies have arisen, and the 
plans been dropped. Why must Boston be deprived 
of this great work of art? 

All year round, from morning till night, crowds 
of people surge through Copley Square. Year in, 
year out, through snow and rain, sunshine and 
heat, the two silent figures guard the library, 
while from across the square the gargoyles end- 
lessly grin from the towers of Trinity. 

Laura Lindsay Huegle 


The noble structure rising high on Beacon Hill 
and lifting its great dome to the sky is the Boston 
State House, an inspiration to the surrounding 
towns in every direction. The original designer 
of the Massachusetts capitol, erected on two acres 
of land called "the Governor's pasture," was a 
great architect named Bullfinch, who later was 
called upon to erect the nation's capitol in Wash- 
ington. He used a single and double colonnade of 
pillars to great advantage on the front and sides, 
over which he built a temple-like pediment, and 
on top of it all, the great dome. This dome was 
previously done in true gold leaf, but recently it 
has been replaced by a coat of gilt paint. 

Inside, the beautiful room in the center, origin- 
ally the "House of Representatives," still shows 
signs of the olden days. The four niched corners 
used to contain huge fireplaces for the purpose of 
heating the great room, and the candelabrum 
hanging from the ceiling originally held candles, 



one for each member to take to his chair and read 
by on dark days. 

The great staircase, with its unique balustrades, 
as well as the smaller staircases in the old part of 
the building, show great simplicity and beauty of 
design. Throughout the State House, good taste 
reigns. The walls are of white pine and all the 
old rooms are done in white to bring out the fine 
points in architecture. 

In the new part of the building is the State Li- 
brary, containing priceless relics of the past, in- 
cluding Governor Bradford's personal diary of 
the Pilgrims at Plymouth, the sacred codfish, and 
the old battle flags. 

The Boston State House is certainly worth vis- 
iting, from every historical and artistic point of 

Ruth Fulton 

The State House dome can be seen for miles 
around ; and when its four hundred and ninety- 
eight electric lights are turned on at night, 
it is truly an impressive display. The building is 
old enough to have a historic interest, too, for the 
cornerstone was laid on July 4, 1795. The part 
of the State House that I like best contains the 
battle flags and war paintings commemorating the 
death of the soldiers in the Civil War. There is 
one particularly interesting painting of Grant and 
Lee signing the peace treaty at Gettysburg. 

Shirley Hanson 

never will possess. Wide-eyed students breath- 
lessly await the lifting from earth to sky of the 
machine and its occupants. In the heart of 
many are envy and an ambition to fly or be flown. 
In the offices telephones ring incessantly. Execu- 
tives dash to and fro. There is much conferring 
about accommodations and rates. Somewhere a 
baby squalls — frightened by unaccustomed noises. 
Directions and greetings are shouted back and 
forth through the buildings. Courteous attend- 
ants answer unending stupid questions, and at the 
same time shoo bothersome little urchins gently 
out the doors. A stentorian voice bawls out, 
"Seven o'clock plane now leaving for New York. 
Five minutes." Quiet slowly descends when the 
plane has left, and the East Boston Airport staff 
keep up their never ending watch over New Eng- 
land's skyways. 

Isabel Wyatt 


Powerful motors whir and roar. Blue-overalled 
mechanics rush about busily. Oil cans and 
wrenches are flourished in expert hands. Business 
men step aboard the three o'clock with briefcases 
under one arm, a paper under the other. Women 
dressed in orchids bustle about, bidding fond 
adieus to husbands and friends. Pilots confer 
hastily over charts and route-maps. Last minute 
arrivals jump from cars and taxis. People stand 
in the fenced enclosures to see the plane take off. 
Uninterested groups wander aimlessly about pre- 
tending a knowledge of technicalities which they 


If anyone should ask me, "What do you visual- 
ize when you think of the Boston shopping dis- 
trict ?" I would say : 

The corner of Washington and Summer Streets 
a few days before Christmas. An icy, penetrating 
wind sweeps around the corner of Filene's, and 
hurls itself at the crowds of people waiting for the 
lights to change. Splendid, self-assured police 
horses, their masters sitting straight in their sad- 
dles, try to edge the pushing throng out of the 
street ; and nearby, from the shelter of a doorway, 
can be heard the carols of the Salvation Army. 

Up Temple Place the sleigh bells of Jay's ring 
incessantly, and the Crawford Hollidge windows 
display little crown shaped bottles of Matchabelli 
perfume wrapped like snowballs. Steam's base- 
ment toy shop is crowded with huggable teddy 
bears and baby dolls in cradles, and in St. Paul's 
cathedral, the creche, lit only by the star, breathes 
a true note of Christmas. 

But winter, as joyous and cozy as it is in this 
old city, is not the time to see Boston at its best. 
Late spring or early summer is truly Boston's 
season. For then the trees on the Common are 



budding, and the people seem to have no longer a 
tense feeling of excitement which comes with zero 
weather, but a restful happiness which sings of 
balmy breezes rippling the frog pond. Even 
the famous Christopher Wren steeple on the Park 
Street church seems more graceful. 

On such days everyone wants to shop on Trem- 
ont Street, where just across from the stores 
stretches the old Common. If you are choosing 
one of Chandler's little Parisian hats, you can 
gaze across the Common to your heart's content, 
getting a fine view of Beacon Hill and the State 
House while you wonder if $35 is really too much 
for this "adorable creation." 

And speaking of hats, I might describe one that 
I saw in Crawford Hollidge's the other day, at the 
same time giving an idea of the prices in this 
very select store. It was a black straw ; at the 
back of its wide brim was a large pink rose out of 
which sprang what seemed to be a three-inch 
green pipe cleaner, on which was resting a yellow 
butterfly. Only $40, and what this little model 
could do for your spring outfit (and your pocket- 
book) ! But Crawford Hollidge's is the place to 
get very beautifully made handkerchiefs, if $40 
hats are not to your liking. 

Jay's is in the same class with Crawford Hol- 
lidge's. Anyone buying an outfit there appears 
to have just walked out of the pages of Vogue, and 
certainly feels that way. Just a step down Tem- 
ple Place from Jay's is Whitney's, the old-time 
linen store which now boasts not only of its fine 
linens, but of its India prints, oriental kimonos, 
imported soaps, and perfumes. 

Not only old-timers buy their hats at Wethern's 
Millinery, next door to Whitney's. Of course 
"everyone who is anyone" buys shoes at Thayer 
McNeil's farther down the line. 

If you ever notice a crowd looking in the win- 
dows of a large jewelry store on West Street, you 
will know that they are admiring the artistic dis- 
play of diamonds, silver bowls, jade lamps, or 
figurines at Bigelow Kennard's. 

Jordan Marsh's, the fine old reliable department 
store, Filene's, up-to-the minute fashion center, 
with its pleasant restaurant and Salad Bowl on the 

top floor, Schrafft's with its delicious candy and 
luncheons, the modern movie houses, and the 
numerous and necessary "Five and Ten's" are all 
compressed in a short block or two. Narrow 
Bromfield Street has fascinating art, book, card 
and pet shops. 

One time long ago, Boston's shopping district 
was so compact that if anyone said, "I'm going in 
town," he would mean that he was going to a 
district composed of about four or five city blocks 
bordering on Washington and Tremont Streets. 
Now "in town" can be anywhere between Filene's 
and Copley Square. 

The benches along the shaded paths of the 
Common are a great resting place for weary shop- 
pers, and children delight in feeding peanuts to 
the pigeons, who flock around them at the first 
sign of a peanut bag. But many people prefer the 
Public Garden. There the symmetrical gardens, 
the noble equestrian statue of Washington, the 
swan boats in the miniature lake, and the real 
swans, are quite a contrast to the cement walks, 
the Parkman band stand, little "North Enders" 
splashing in the frog pond, and the lowly pigeons 
of the Common. 

South of Public Garden are the gown "shoppes" 
of Boston, — Peck and Peck of Arlington Street, 
handy to the Ritz where m'lady dines after up- 
toWn shopping, Chez Madelaane, Ruby's, and 
Sporting Tailors of Newbury Street draw "oh's" 
and "ah's" from many a young maiden's lips, and 
happy is the girl who can afford to buy her clothes 
in these most elite centers. 

Yamanaka's, the store of beautiful Japanese art 
treasures, Shreve, Crump and Low's, the best 
jewelry store in the city, and Carbone's, the mecca 
of one who loves flowers, tiny Florentine figurines, 
ceramics, beautiful table decorations, and antiques, 
all on Boylston Street, are worth a whole day of 
anyone's time. 

But after all, whether you buy your Christmas 
gifts or spring outfit in a store overlooking the 
Common, or in Filene's bargain basement, whether 
you have a large bank account or a limited al- 
lowance, if you wish to get the nicest things in the 
nicest way, shop in Boston. 

Laura Lindsay Huegle 




Rushing automobiles, overcrowded subway en- 
trances, screeching whistles, tall buildings, all lend 
confusion to the atmosphere surrounding Boston 
Common. Here in the whole mad city is a haven 
of refuge for those who seek peace. Forming all 
sorts of geometrical patterns are the broad cement 
walks flanked on all sides with huge, protecting 
trees. Pigeons walk fearlessly about, chattering 
to themselves, and graciously accepting the pea- 
nuts which are thrown to them. Italian peanut 
vendors idle about the entrances, seeming not to 
care whether they make any profit or not. Their 
deep, melodious voices fill the air with the plain- 
tive songs of their native land. Insolent photo- 
graphers literally swarm the place in an effort to 
obtain a few more dimes. Dainty little flower 
girls try in their charming manner to dispose of 
their wares. All are followed by members of the 
Salvation Army, who jingle their bells in order to 
attract attention. Tramps in ragged, patched 
clothes lie in slumping fashion on the benches. 
Well dressed society girls with French poodles on 
expensive leashes walk about aloofly. Nursemaids 
vainly attempt to keep their mischievous charges 
from bellowing. Timid little country girls read 
books trying to appear sophisticated in this urban 
atmosphere. Husky Irish cops, good nature writ- 
ten all over their red smiling faces, twirl their 
billies on leather straps. 

Janice Marr 

There are several statues in the Garden, among 
them an equestrian statue of George Washington, 
one of Dr. Edward Everett Hale, the noted 
preacher, and one to Dr. William T. G. Morton, 
the discoverer of ether. The man who sculptured 
the statue of Washington on his horse committed 
suicide when he later learned that he had forgotten 
to put a tongue in the horse. 

In the center of the garden is a large pond, 
spanned by a bridge forming a vantage point from 
which one may view the swan boats as they tour 
the pond, and circle the rock garden at one end, 
and where willow trees gracefully bend their 
branches over the water. The bridge, when illu- 
minated at night, presents a delightful spectacle 
with the lights reflected in the water below. 

A number of fountain pools, displaying vari- 
colored pond lilies, among which varieties of gold 
fish dart gracefully, are especially enjoyed by the 
younger generation. 

About seventy-five years ago water flowed over 
the entire space forming the garden as far as 
Charles Street. But when the Back Bay was 
filled in, this spot was reserved for a garden, and is 
protected by law to insure its permanency. 

The garden may be reached by car from Hunt- 
ington Avenue, or by subway to Arlington Street, 
and is well worth a visit. 

Evelyn Towle 


One of the principal places of interest in Bos- 
ton is the Public Garden. It is an oasis of beauty 
where one may walk along the flower-bordered 
paths, or rest under the sheltering trees and en- 
joy the beautiful scenery. 

From spring to autumn one may always find 
seasonal flowers in bloom. Lovely beds of vari- 
colored tulips, mingled with pansies and daisies, 
are the first to appear, and lend their cheerful 
beauty to the scene. 

Each year a symbolic emblem is carefully ar- 
ranged with low-growing plants in appropriate 


In the very heart of the business life of Boston 
between Washington Street and Court Square is 
a dark and narrow passageway known as Wil- 
liams Court. The little passageway looks rather 
forbidding, and I imagine few people venture there 
intentionally. I wonder if all those who have been 
there, have noticed the carving of a hand grasping 
a bell, with the date A. D. 1795 underneath it 
The carving is above a taproom. This unique 
work of art is of considerable interest to Boston- 
ians because of its connection with James Wilson, 
Boston's old town-crier, who, it is said, was bet- 
ter known among men, women and children than 
any other person. Wilson was the typical town- 
crier — thick set, red faced, with keen eyes and a 



powerful voice. Never was a man better fitted 
for his calling. His custom was to appear on the 
streets, and ring the bell three times to call atten- 
tion. Then after putting his bell under his arm, 
he would produce an important looking paper and 
announce with great solemnity that Joe Green's 
cow was lost, or occasionally he would cry out 
"Child lost !" and would continue with the young- 
ster's description. 

His office was in the basement of the Exchange 
Coffee House, which looked out over what is now 
Congress Square. His sign on the door was iden- 
tical to the bell that he carried for so many years. 

Museums, hotels, parks, public halls, and large 
department stores all add to the greatness of Bos- 
ton, but it is little things like this old carving of 
the hand grasping the old bell, that in a way tells 
a story, and shows a part of the original Boston. 

Mary Alves 


"Right this way, folks. Step right this way!" 
The loud voice of the barker carries through the 
crowd. The sound is harsh, and his smoke-torn 
throat makes his voice break now and then. "Tiny 
Tina," the world's fattest little lady is right inside. 
Only five cents to see all of her 350 pounds. The 
crowd is enthralled. Voices shrill out in wonder- 
ment, and the sound of scraping feet is heard 
as they file slowly by the ticket window. Hun- 
dreds of cars pass haltingly by. Horns blast out 
under the hands of impatient drivers. A dance 
band blares through a pavilion's flimsy walls. The 
sands of the beach below are crowded with milling 
children. A scream rings out, as a wave, more 
daring than its fellows, dampens a shoe here and 
there. A pop-corn machine whirs away ; its flame 
shedding an eerie flow on passing faces. A be- 
wildered child cries for its parents, who lost it in 
the mob. A group of college men and girls pass 
by. Their modulated tones are drowned out by 
the eternal cries of the barker. "Right this way, 
folks. See the freaks. Only five cents, and 
they're all the genuine article !" Revere Beach 
lives on. 

Isabel Wyatt 


To the westward, the hazy light of the feeble 
spring sun still outlines the dingy skyline of Bos- 
ton and East Boston on the opposite side of Boston 
Harbor. Thick purple-blue twilight has already 
fallen on the harbor channel as it runs eastward 
into Massachusetts Bay, past the squat bulk of 
P'ort Independence, at the end of the rows of 
yellow lights marking the Castle Island causeway. 
To port rises the sandy bluff of Governor's Is- 

The gaunt black skeletons of signal towers firm- 
ly rooted in the wastes of marshland, outlined by 
winking red lights, brood over the channel now 
cobalt in the fading light. Choppy waves thud 
wetly and rhythmically against the barnacle-cov- 
ered timber bulkhead that protects the sandy 
filled-in land from the onslaught of the sea. Thin 
fragrant sea spray rises over the projecting pier of 
the Boston Army Supply Base. 

Dingy, inbound fishing boats steam up the chan- 
nel. The faint echo of their chugging, wheezing 
engines fills the still air long after the boats have 
disappeared into the inner harbor. A rusty tank- 
er slides in from the sea, wearily making for 
port, escorted by a flock of scolding gulls, crying 
weirdly as they flash and swoop through the 
tanker's rigging. 

A long-drawn agonized whistle sounds from an 
invisible dock. Presently the New York boat 
slips by, an indistinct jeweled mass in the dark. 
Another hoarse whistle, and she is lost to sight, 
leaving only the black heaving water of the chan- 

Elizabeth Leland 


The scattered group of men on the dock over- 
looking the harbor channel was silent; each man 
was intent on fishing. Occasionally the shrill 
whine of a line being cast broke the stillness. 

A dull, hoarse whistle materialized out of the 
steely gloom; then the sleek gray form of a coast 
guard patrol boat appeared, almost invisible 
against the tone of sea and atmosphere, and 



wreathed in shifting, curling mist. There was a 
hail from on board. 

"Ahoy, there ! Did you chaps see Joe Ander- 
sen's catboat go by, headed seaward, before the 
fog rolled in? Said he rented it a coupl'a hours 
ago, and the people haven't come back to port. 
Some crazy summer folks .... right in the main 
shipping channel .... didn't watch storm warn- 
ings .... searching parties out." His voice was 
muffled by the fog. There was a moment of si- 
lence, punctuated by the purring grunts of the 
patrol boat's idling engine. 

Then one of the fishermen spoke: "Naw, we 
ain't seen no catboat — not in this fog nore afore it 
come in." The patrol boat snorted, shuddered 
and panted away into the writhing twisting clouds 
of mist. 

The little group on the deck stopped casting 
lines, and gathered together at the end of the 
dock. They peered futilely in the direction that 
the patrol boat had taken. A little later, the group 
broke up, and the men began to drift away home- 
ward, black splotches in the luminous mist. A 
lone figure remained on the dock, shivering in the 
penetrating dampness. 

He started, shouted, "Hey the patrol boat's 
back again !" Figures rushed on to the dock. The 
gray wraith of the cutter slid by. The watchers 
on the dock peered anxiously into the fog. 

The thick mists parted for a moment disclosing 
a brief tableau : a white catboat bobbed helplessly 
on the swells under the keen knife-edge of the 
cutter's bow ; then the mist closed in again. There 
was a shout, a dull crackling, a grinding, then all 
was still again. A fog horn far out to sea began 
its mournful dirge. 

Elizabeth Leland 


What, after all, is family background ? Certain- 
ly it is not necessarily synonymous with money, 
nor has it any relation to those amazing groups 
who, both in England and America, amassed sud- 
den wealth during the war, and whose spoiled 
offspring emanate a nouveau-riche glare. Too 
much of this world's goods, administered in large 
doses will often undermine all but the strongest 
characters, family or no family. And I might add, 
that in today's America, many people have not 
much besides their revered family traditions; the 
last five years have snatched the rest. 

Family background is more a matter of the 
spirit, a fact especially prominent in New Eng- 
land where it is often what men live by. It is 
that intangible something which, regardless of 
money, enables people to have an example to up- 
hold. In pride of forebears there is a challenge. 
We of New England, for instance, are hardy 
stock. Many of our families were among the first 
to come to this country, for which country many 
of them died. They fought with few weapons be- 
sides determination and faith. They pushed west- 
ward across the plains in covered wagons. They 
made our country great, wrote its name in the 
history of the world. That is the family back- 
ground of so many of us. Haven't we a right to 
be proud of them, quite apart from ourselves? 
That same pioneer blood is in our veins. Why 
should it not help us ? We have something worthy 
of emulation, a code already given us. No, family 
background is a distinct advantage. I do not mean 
superficial ostentatious pride. A coat-of-arms is 
more than a decoration for stationery. Men have 
battled valiantly for them, and they can be an in- 

The person who is bred from the stock of doc- 
tors, soldiers, stalwart farmers has a better heri- 
tage of character than he who rises from the slums, 
from forebears without stamina. 

Countessa Wood 

The above article was written in answer to the fol- 
lowing article by Dorothy H. Davis. 




One often hears people speak of the advantages 
of a fine family background, and what it can do 
for a person. I would not minimize these advan- 
tages in the least; doubtless they can be as great 
as people say. But few people ever stop to real- 
ize that in bestowing upon a person all these ad- 
vantages, they are depriving him of the chance 
to obtain them for himself, of something to strive 
for. When one begins at the top, how can one 
rise? Success and character are not measured by 
what height one reaches, but by how far one goes 
from what he started with. 

Certainly all parents should strive to the best 
of their ability to train their children to be the 
sort of people of whom they can be proud. Yet, 
take, for example, two boys. 

One, born of as fine a family as could be de- 
sired is trained to be a man of character. He is 
a thorough gentleman with many admirable at- 
tributes instilled into him by his family. Anyone 
would admit that he is a splendid person. Yet 
why over-praise him for it ? The virtue is his 
family's, not his. He is what they have made him. 
It would be an odd person who did not respond to 
perfect training. 

The second boy comes from a poor family. His 
father has been in jail ; his mother is dead. He has 
lived in the slums and learned crime as the other 
boy learned football. Today he is not exactly what 
anyone would call a success, but he is honest, 
kind, and industrious, due to nobody's desire but 
his own. He is certainly still inferior to the other 
boy, but in achievement and in progress of his 
own to better things he is far superior. 

If anyone were given his choice as to which boy 
he would be, he would doubtless say the first. For 
most people this would be the only safe — not to 
mention easiest — choice ; morals that are taught 
are better than none at all. But for an occasional 
person, to be born as the second boy might give 
him a chance to prove his real superiority. This, 
therefore, is the disadvantage of family back- 
ground. Which are the more important, the ad- 


The greatest works of art, the most complex 
scientific theories were but germs of ideas, 
fragments of dreams at the outset. I shall 
not elucidate on Sir Isaac Newton's laws of 
gravity, the result of cogitation upon the fall 
of an apple; nor upon the experimental curi- 
osity of statesman Benjamin Franklin who 
chained electrical power with a kite; nor upon 
Pasteur's rabies serum — still the only known 
preventive of that dread, fatal saliva — which 
he evolved after seeing the cruel and ignorant 
treatment of those stricken. Chance and a 
tiny spark of an idea are responsible for these 
miracles of science of yesterday. Little acorns 
are also responsible for the great projects of 
contemporary industry. Henry Ford began 
his meteoric career in a tiny bicycle shop in 
Detroit. Today he is a colossus of commerce. 
The Woolworth millions were amassed from 
the idea of a small-town progressive who con- 
ceived the idea of a store where no article ex- 
ceeded ten cents. Also in the mechanical 
world, engineers have drawn such edifices as 
the Oakland Bridge from the humble begin- 
nings of navigable vines above a torpid jungle 
river. These are but a few illustrations in 
commerce and in science. 

The arts present the widest range of mastery 
born of thought. Great oaks from little acorns 
grow ; magnificent cathedrals from an arch- 
itect's sketch. A glory on canvas, the nucleus 
of which was penciled on the back of a menu; 
the great symphony that rises from the noise 
of a city ; the masterpiece of sheer beauty in 
poetry that grows from heartbreak — all these 
are great oaks, and the little acorns in human 
minds from which they spring are the stuff 
of dreams, and of man's long arduous struggle 
from the darkness and the dust whence he 


Countessa Wood 

vantages or the disadvantages, is in my opinion 
an open question. 

Dorothy Hale Davis 





I hope that there will never be 

Another person just like me. 

It would be quite too much to bear, 

If people thought there'd be a pair 

Of Barbara Fowlers, smug and pert, 

Who might be termed, alas ! as squirt. 

Two souls who dared to thumb their nose 

At mundane life and humdrum prose ; 

Who said of Tennyson and Guest, 

"They can't be blamed — they did their best" ; 

Oh, God, I know, can make a tree — 

But if He's wise — no more like me ! 

Barbara Fowler 


Pat lived in a shanty by the Oyster Pond 
with his family of cats. I don't think he ever 
had less than twenty cats around his shanty. 
His home — although it can hardly be called 
that — was two rooms, a kitchen and a bedroom- 
parlor, the whole measuring no more than 20 
feet square. On the front porch was a model 
of a windmill in which the cats lived. 

I have never been down by Pat's house when 
he wasn't on the porch in an old rocker with 
all of his cats around him. If Pat ate, the cats 
ate ; but if Pat didn't eat, the cats didn't. He 
never did any work; but when he got hungry 
enough he would take clam-fork and pail and 
dig fifty cents' worth of clams. The cats usu- 
ally dined better than Pat, because they were 
fed fish by the fishermen who lived in the 

Once, in the dim past, Pat had been a pros- 
perous fisherman and had owned a motor 
launch with a crew of four. He hadn't always 
lived alone either ; he used to have a wife in 
the big yellow house on the hill, but she went 
to Boston and never came back. 

Pat was growing old. He wasn't ever seen 
downtown by the post office after the evening 
mail any more. He and his ever increasing 
family of cats lived by themselves on the shore, 
eating clams and fish. 

Betty Anne Hewit 


Some day while you are taking a stroll down 
a street lined with houses ask the friend with 
whom you are walking, "What does that roof sug- 
gest to you?" Of course, she will be amazed by 
such a question. But after thinking it over what 
will her answer be? To most people a roof 
means only the top of a house. 

Roofs from the beginning of time have been a 
symbol of protection and shelter. Sometimes this 
shelter was worth bloodshed. Cavemen would 
fight viciously for a particular cave, because it 
afforded better protection against the foe. Even 
in prehistoric days they realized that shelter was 
necessary to keep wind and rain away. They 
didn't care about the shape or size of the roof, 
but they did want protection. 

People became more civilized. The Egyptians 
had flat roofs. Then the Greeks improved that 
style by having their roofs slant downward. By 
doing this the roof became not only more dea> 
rative, but also more useful. The Greeks laid 
down the fundamentals of architecture in those 
early days. Today the shape of the roof is prac- 
tically the same as it was in 500 B. C. 

When the pilgrims landed in America their 
first job was to build roofs for the protection of 
their womenfolk and children. After the homes 
were made they could begin to till the land. First, 
however, it was necessary for shelter to be set up. 
Even the red men in the new country had wig- 
wams which served as roofs for these uncivilized 

As our United States has grown, the roofs 
have ceased to be the most important feature of 
the house. The design and shape of our houses 
have now increased in importance. The roof re- 
mains the same. But it is still a symbol of pro- 
tection ; and though the rain and sleet beat down- 
ward, our roofs still keep us warm and cozy. 

So when you ask your friend "What does that 
roof suggest to you?" be sure she thinks long 
and hard before answering your question. 

M. Odbert 




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Oh, lovely war that makes the poppies bloom 
A brighter crimson than has been their wont 
For several years. 

Delightful carnage that makes beasts of men, 
It is so nice to welcome you again. 

And you, oh God above, were kind indeed 
When you gave man the power to conceive 
And work for love. 

But kindest were you when you let him think, 
That he, your feeble puppet, might invent 
This exquisite, this pretty little game 
That all of his conceiving, all his love 
Might come to naught. 

Barbara Fowler 


Whether you like it or not, it still remains a 
fact. In plain blunt Saxon, we're heading for 
war again. How do you like it? How does the 
prospect of having your husband, your brother, 
or your sweetheart march off to be a target for 
the enemy strike you? Did you ever stop long 
enough to consider it from this angle — the Lasell 
girl's angle? What does the future hold for the 
girls of Lasell — the girls anywhere, for that mat- 
ter ? What inspiration is there for girls to marry 
with the inevitable, eternal, dreaded shadow of 
war forever on the horizon? Why should girls 
struggle to learn the rudiments of household 
management and child care when such unbeliev- 
able reports of human slaughter come to us from 
Spain and China? Why do girls go to colleges 
such as Lasell to prepare to take over household 
duties and the raising of a family when there is 
always war around the corner ? Why should they 
raise children to have them march off to be blown 
to pieces or to return maimed for life? 

Alice K. Lockzvood 


A hundred times his name was read : 

A student leader, so they said, — 

Those friends who turned that he might pass with frantic 

No time had he to stop and chat, 
This must be done and that — 
The strings of college politics held tight, 
He danced as though a puppet light 
Through all the day and all the night. 
No time to think on ways of men, 
No time to help his soul grow deep, 
For space was short when he might let his spirit steep 
In thought within himself. 

Don't let old age creep unawares to find 
A man dissatisfied with life, 
Whose cares hang heavy on a heart of gall 
Because he had no time to stop a soul from growing 

Helen Raymond 


After spending several months in France, we 
journeyed to Vienna to visit friends who have a 
beautiful estate outside the city. Their home is 
surrounded by a large deer park, and the lovely 
animals can often be seen standing beside the 

Mr. Munick is the owner of one of the china 
factories in Dresden, and we went out to visit it 
one day. There were rows and rows of beautiful 
white and colored statuettes and models of ani- 
mals in the storage rooms. The chinaware was 
the loveliest and the most delicate I have ever 
seen, and one can easily understand the fame of 
Dresden china after having seen the factory. 

We did not spend the whole of our trip visiting 
factories. After leaving Vienna, we went to a 
small town in the Alps. There is an arrangement 
called a funicular that travels from the town to 
the top of the mountain. At the top there is a 
lovely outdoor restaurant, and one can eat a de- 
licious meal while surveying the most beautiful 
panorama in the world — the snow-capped Alps 
with the sun slowly setting behind them. 

Ada Epstein 




Cancer Among Royalty 

Cancer is no respecter of persons or per- 
sonages, neither is there any restriction to the 
location of this disease; any unhealthy soil is 
food for cancer. The personal history of royal- 
ty even as far back as the sixth century tells 
■of sufferers from this fatal disease. In one 
instance only did a cure prove successful in 
all the generations of royal families. Queen 
Atossa of Persia, a sufferer of the sixth cen- 
tury, was healed by one of her prisoners, but 
the method or treatment he used was lost to 
the world. 8 There was a superstitious belief 
in the eighteenth century that suckling toads 
was a positive curative, but there is no known 
time when this idle fancy has been profitable. 
From historical notes, the Bonaparte family 
seems to have been particularly susceptible to 
this affliction ; we assume that Napoleon's 
father had the unmannerly habit of gulping 
down his meals in a few minutes, and eating 
and drinking boiling hot foods, and that he 
passed this habit on to Napoleon, who we 
know did thus, as did also his two daughters, 
and another son who were all taken with can- 
cer of the stomach. 11 

Cancer claimed several members of the royal 
family of Germany, the Hohenzollerns ; the 
last case being in 1932 when the daughter of 
Frederick III, Sophie, died after an operation 
for the cure of her malady proved unsuccess- 
ful. However, her death was no fault of the 
worthy surgeons ; she was aware of her con- 
dition for some time previous, but took no 
pains to have it cared for until she was at the 
irreparable stage. 6 

Nature of Cancer 
What is cancer? Millions ask this question 
almost daily. For an answer, one would say 

that it is a group of cells that has multiplied 
faster than any of the surrounding tissues; 
possibly, but not wholly, due to some external 
irritant either mechanical, chemical, or ther- 
mal. 4 A lump, even an open sore, or an ulcer, 
is the result of these unmanageable cells; this 
lump in turn often produces pressure upon 
some one vital organ, and creates pain or dis- 
comfort. 6 Soon these cells which have deviated 
from the normal, secrete a hormone which 
poisons the system, and disintegrates the blood.* 
The reasons for this gathering of cells into a 
tumor have given rise to much research on this 
obscure subject. 

Ignorance is one of the three main causes 
of so many cancerous deaths. The majority 
are not familiar with this treacherous malady, 
and the medical profession up till now have not 
gone to any great lengths to inform the public. 
Cancer may appear at any age, although it 
usually conies with middle-age g ; it is not con- 
tagious or infectious and cannot be inherited" 
(although the tendency can be inherited. Ed.) 
Some families or individuals may be more sus- 
ceptible than others. The disease is more 
significant on the maternal side than on the 
paternal. From the time that cancer first sets 
in, it may last from eighteen months to three 
years before death occurs. 

The second important factor which may be 
a reason for unnecessary death, is fear on the 
part of the sufferer. Patients are often afraid 
to learn that they have cancer because they may 
have been told previously that cancer is not 
curable. This assertion, however, is not in- 
variably true. A person suffering from cancer 
is generally ashamed of the fact, and would 
therefore rather overlook his critical condition. 

a. M. Fishbein, M.D., Cancer Among the Prin- 
cesses of the Past, American Medical Assoc, XIV 2, 
Feb., 1936. 

b. J. E. Barker, Cancer (N. Y. 1924) p. 378. 

c. M. Fishbein, M.D., Cancer Among the Prin- 
cesses of the Past, American Medical Assoc, XIV 2, 
Feb. 1936. 

d. C. J. Wiggers, M.D., Physiology in Health 
and Disease, (p. 1088), (Phila. 1934.) 

e. G. G. Gellhorn, M.D., Hygeia, XIV 3, (March 

f. L. D. Bulkley, Cancer, "Diagnosis of Cancer" 
(N. Y. 1921), p. 86. 

g. G. G. Ward, "What You Should Know About 
Cancer," Hygeia, XIV 9, (Sept. 1936). 

h. I. I. Kaplan, "Cancer Education," Hygeia, 
XIV 7, (July 1936). 



This second point is closely related to the third 
in that fear often accounts for delay. Delay 
is surely the greatest cause of all three, for 
cancer is curable if caught in time. Delay is 
partly due to the nature of the disease, for 
one may go several months without the 
slightest notion that he has a cancer; it often 
remains hidden, if internal, until pain creeps 
in to notify the patient as well as the physician 
that there is practically no hope of a cure being 
effective.' Mr. Ward in his article, "What 
You Should Know About Cancer," in Hygeia 
likens a cancerous growth to a fire which can 
be readily extinguished if caught in its early 
stages, but when well started, causes certain 
destruction. He also quotes Shakespeare say- 

A little fire is quickly trodden out 
Which being suffered, rivers cannot quench. 

If such a growth is permitted to stray, it 
will probably spread into inaccessible corners of 
the body. With the onset of pain the pos- 
sibility of cure is lessened almost to impos- 
sibility, although pain may be relieved and even 
life prolonged for a year or so. 1 

Precancerous factors are very important for 
the layman to note, as he may be able to pre- 
vent or relieve cancer. Jagged, infected teeth 
may injure the mouth, resulting in cancer; 
likewise continual burns on the lips from 
smoking may be disastrous ; or any abnormal 
swelling in the muscles or bones may be due 
to the formation of cancer." 

Cancer holds second place in the world for 
adult deaths today. This is not a record of 
which to be proud by any means, especially 
when we see that in the United States alone, the 
death rate from this depressing malady ex- 
ceeds 140,000 a year. One out of every eight 
women, and one out of eleven men at the age 
of thirty-five are destined to have cancer. 

In a recent operation, the object was to 

patch up a man's face which had been sorely 
diminished by carcinoma, or cancer as it is 
more commonly called. The operation was 
tremendously interesting and miraculous, but 
the fact that such a small growth could be so 
destructive was horribly gruesome. Even the 
nose and upper jaw bones were destroyed, and 
had to be replaced by artificialities. Cancer 
in this case was due to constant burns on the 
lips from smoking. Luckily for the patient, 
however, he was cured by surgery. 

Treatment of Cancer and Research 
Surgery, X-ray, and radium are the only 
three curatives or treatments at present that 
can be relied on. No two cases of the disease 
are alike, however ; therefore each has to be 
analyzed so that the physician may apply the 
proper curative. Frequently it may be neces- 
sary to employ more than one method in the 
course of treatment. 1 

In conclusion I wish to say, since many of 
us are destined to die of cancer, that we should 
put sincere faith in the medical profession 
and its work ; should follow the simple rules 
of health regularly, for a weak constitution 
is an aid to cancer; and above all, should 
avoid so-called "cancer cures" without suffi- 
cient scientific backing. 

Virginia E. Squiers 

i. Gellhorn, M. D., Hygeia, XVI 3, March 1936. 

j. G. G. Ward, "What You Should Know About 
Cancer," Hygeia, XIV 7, (July 1936). 

k. G G Ward, "What You Should Know About 
Cancer," Hygeia, XIV 9, (September 1936). 


It was quite informal ; in fact I didn't realize 
she was a famous person until dinner. 

I crossed the lawn of the lovely estate over 
which I could see the water ; and feeling very 
lost, shyly greeted the two women on the lawn. 
The hostess introduced her companion and the 
children, who seemed to be at their best while 
scrambling over the other woman, whose name 
I caught as Irene. She was seated cross-legged 
on the lovely green grass. Her hair I had no 
idea of, as there was an artistic drape of a 
bath towel over it. She was vainly endeavoring 

1. G Gellhorn, M. D., Hygeia, XIV 3, March 



to manicure her nails, explaining meanwhile 
that she always did her own. 

Hoity-toity, — think of taking her for the 
children's governess, — for which I hope I am 
excused. The children, despite the sandy 
beach below the terrace, preferred to pester 
the woman whom they so freely called Irene. 

It appeared that my room was not yet ready 
for my occupancy. So "Irene" cordially in- 
vited me to hers to dress for swimming. 

We had great sport. The room was large 
and airy, and Irene was a delightful companion. 
She seemed to be much at home, but I won- 
dered when the children would appear to claim 
her attention. 

Upon looking back, I realize that Irene had 
drawn information from me, while we dressed 
for dinner; whereas I was still too shy to be 
personal. Had I only corrected my bad habit of 
never listening to introductions ! 

My dressing was by a half hour shorter than 
hers. So I wandered down the long stairs 
alone. I found Jim, who is my uncle, and with 
whom I had come, reading the papers in the 
sun room. 

We talked of the people at the house party, 
and I asked him if he knew "Irene." He had 
not met her as yet. 

By six the entire party had gathered except- 
ing Irene, awaiting the dinner bell. 

Our ears were caught by footsteps. Our 
eyes were turned to the stairs, where she was 
descending. She must have been in her late 
forties or early fifties. She created a disturb- 
ing stir as she crossed the room. 

She wore a lovely royal shade of blue dinner 
dress, with a few jewels. 

I had marveled at her girlish figure earlier, 
and now I was even more impressed. 

"A governess," I snorted inwardly, "I mean 
a queen !" 

"Jim," said our hostess as she took Irene's 
hand and drew her over to where we were 
standing, "I don't believe you have met Irene. 
This is Mr. Watson, Miss Rich." 

"How do you do?" murmured Irene Rich 
in her low modulated voice. 

Jeannie Drake 


It was close to the holiday season on a day 
when the street lights come on at 4:30. About 
four she eyed the library for the fiftieth time 
to reassure herself of its presentableness, and 
skipped out to the pantry to remind Marie to 
serve tea promptly at five. After that she scru- 
tinized her reflection in the hall mirror, and 
was pleased with what she saw. Nothing un- 
usual, perhaps, but an attractive and neat brown 
girl with sparkling eyes and a gay, expectant 
mouth. A bit of primping was in order, but 
not too much, as Larry had always liked her 

All of this took about five minutes, and then 
she settled herself in a straight chair and ner- 
vously started to thumb the latest Esquire. She 
noted vaguely the Petty drawings and the new 
winter fashions for the correct man-about- 
town. How well Larry would look in those 
brown tweeds. She wondered if he had pur- 
chased any new clothes on Bond Street, and 
that started her reminiscing. 

Meeting a much publicized government-man 
just a year ago during the desperate rush 
of her debutante year had been the start of 
it all. After a winter, spring, and part of 
summer which had meant the two of them to- 
gether, he had been sent abroad in August on 
a secret investigation concerning the capitals of 
Europe. Nothing definite had been said before 
his departure, but everyone — that is, everyone 
except herself — had assumed a secret engage- 
ment. Of course, they had bantered back and 
forth about what they would do when married, 
but that was all. She just had to laugh now 
at the whispered rumors which went the rounds 
last month about Larry and a well-known cos- 
mopolitan divorcee. Why, his last letter had 
been virtually a proposal ! 

His boat had docked at 3:30, and he would 
need an hour to get through the customs and 
the downtown traffic. He had also told her, 
in that last letter, the boat on which he was 
sailing and the date of his departure. She had 
found out the rest for herself. Naturally she 
expected him to come right to her ; he had no 
one else in New York. She would have gone 



down to meet him, but meeting boats always 
was such a mad hullabaloo that you never felt 
the same for weeks afterward. 

At about quarter of five she began to squirm. 
At five she was peeking out from behind the 
heavy library drapes. At five-fifteen she poured 
tea for one. At five-thirty she dragged herself 
upstairs, to dress for Cameron's dinner party, 
with a heavy heart; she knew that he wasn't 
coming that day — at least not to her. 

Even before she turned to page four of the 
blue star edition of the Globe, which Daddy al- 
ways left in her room after visiting with her 
when he returned home, she knew the picture 
and the caption that would be there. "Larry 
Saunders, well-known government-man, and 
Mrs. T. J. Wing, popular member of Europe's 
favorite cosmopolitan set, entered a taxi to- 
gether at the customs office after docking today. 
Dame gossip has it that orange blossoms are 

Jeannine Young 


I am not an artist, nor do I pretend to be 
one ; but drawing, even at my worst, is for me 
an interesting pastime. 

For instance, I am at a banquet ; the speaker 
of the evening is dull and sleep-provoking. 
With a good sharp pencil I draw, without 
effort, an amusing profile of the host. In place 
of drawing paper I can substitute a nicely 
starched napkin, the menu, or any odd bit of 
paper that happens to be lying around. 

At lectures, instead of drawing the custom- 
ary circles, filling them in with black, or mak- 
ing dots connecting them in one continuous 
line, I find sketching a perspective of the room 
much more interesting. Usually half way 
through such a drawing, it seems rather to 
suggest a pasture, with the central figure, 
usually the speaker, assuming the proportions 
of a horse, or a special kind of tree. 

To obtain great skill in this sort of art, one 

can always practice drawing front view faces. 
Even some of our best after-dinner drawers 
cannot do this ; most of them prefer drawing 
a profile facing left. 

At an unusually tiresome play, lecture, or 
any other such form of entertainment, I find 
that by constant attempts at drawing profiles 
facing right, I can become so intent and pre- 
occupied in my work that I am totally unaware 
of surrounding disturbances. 

Marilynn Thurin 


Like the arms of an octopus they stretch across 
the land from all the cities ; like the thoughts of 
a brilliant mind they go on for miles, some dark 
and twisting, some straight and white. 

Millions of wheels and feet have traveled over 
them, leaving nothing but a soundless echo. The 
wheels of a king are as soon unheeded as those 
of a humble peasant. Roads are not proud. They 
welcome everyone, the dusty tramp, the proud 
rich man, and call them all to follow the trail 
into darkly wooded forests, beside rushing 
streams, into the turbulent cities and out again. 

They have triumphed and are triumphing over 
wilderness and desert. As man grows, so do 
roads ; as he becomes more magnificent in his 
own eyes, so do they advance. 

If roads could speak, what tales they would tell 
us ! Of the great triumphant processions when 
Rome was queen, of the galloping horses of the 
crusaders as they gallantly began their march to 
the Holy Land, of rumbling stage coaches as the 
haunted aristocrats sought to escape the reign of 
the Terror ; of the mechanical tramp, tramp, tramp 
of grimly weary soldiers in the Great War ; all 
symbolized in the march of time. 

But the greatest road of all is the road of life 
on which there is no turning back, the road on 
which everyone travels. 

Roads have existed since man civilized him- 
self enough to make them, and they will go on, 
leading men onward. 




Origin of the Society 

The Shaker village in Grey, Maine, above 
Poland Spring Valley, which I visited last sum- 
mer, awakened my interest in this sect. The 
Shakers prefer to be known as The United Soci- 
ety of Believers, or Millennial Church. The word 
"Shakers" is a nickname given them because of 
the violent agitating of their bodies during reli- 
gious exercises, believed to be a necessary part 
of devoting both body and soul to God. These 
people, unlike other Protestant faiths, believe that 
the body and the spirit should have equal shares 
in worship. Worship must be sincere, without 
hypocrisy, and not a mere giving of the lips to 
empty words. 

The Shakers trace their beginnings to the Ca- 
misards of the seventeenth century. The Camisards 
were French prophets, male and female, who 
numbered in the thousands. These people would 
cry, quiver, become greatly agitated, and exhaust 
themselves in religious orgies. 

The Order of Life Among the Shakers 

The Shaker families rise at five o'clock in the 
winter, and half past four* in summer. Breakfast 
is at six or half-past ; dinner at noon ; supper at 
six ; and the retiring